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Teaching Beetles To Swim (Free verse) by Bobjim
Taught the old cockroach to dance.
Folk said I hadn't a chance.
But hours with a stick,
For once did the trick,
And soon I will open a ranch.
Taught the old bedbugs to sing.
Folk said it's not the real thing.
But experts agree,
That it's them sing (not me),
And it's done without aid of a string.
Taught the old deathwatch to jive.
Folk said that can't be alive.
It's all an illusion.
Please stop this confusion.
Wait still for the van to arrive.
At last I taught beetles to swim.
Through methods perplexing and grim.
I sat up all night,
Till they all got it right,
And some grew quite handsome and slim.
Beautiful things, beetles.
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Posted: October 27, 2003 11:55 AM PST; Last modified: October 27, 2003 11:55 AM PST
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ok, onto the subject at hand:
This needs to be edited a bit.. looks rough to me.
6 for now, toodles.