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Sept 9, 2005 7:32:25 GMT
Post by RJ on Sept 9, 2005 7:32:25 GMT
Rhys, I thought I'd l;eave my otter poem here for you. It's not a poetry forum without a poem about an otter.
Ode to my (current) Favourite Animal.
Oh to be an Otter, now that summers here, To swim among the weeds, to frolic in the weir. To catch a fish, annoy a toad, To sniff out food with shiny nose. To bask in sun, to spraint on rock, To pleasure a female with my massive knowledge of the local river system
RJ Barker.
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Sept 9, 2005 9:00:21 GMT
Post by Rhys on Sept 9, 2005 9:00:21 GMT
Aw, that's nice. Thank you.
Aren't weirs a bit dangerous for otters to play in?
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Sept 9, 2005 9:13:14 GMT
Post by RJ on Sept 9, 2005 9:13:14 GMT
Otters don't know fear.
RJ
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Sept 10, 2005 20:20:34 GMT
Post by kaz on Sept 10, 2005 20:20:34 GMT
Lovely poem. ;D
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Sept 18, 2005 20:03:48 GMT
Post by Rhys on Sept 18, 2005 20:03:48 GMT
Bloody register!
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Dec 9, 2005 15:59:26 GMT
Post by BigPhallic on Dec 9, 2005 15:59:26 GMT
Look at my feet See how they Wiggle Look at my toes See how they Wiggle Look at my hands See how they Wiggle Look at my fingers See how they Wiggle Look at my opposable thumbs See how they Wiggle Look at my Elbows See how they bend Look at my knees See how they Bend Look at my forhead See I have only 1 not 4 Look at my ears Sshhhhh, I'm listening!
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Dec 11, 2005 16:30:49 GMT
Post by Rhys on Dec 11, 2005 16:30:49 GMT
Look at your chins See how they wobble.
Pfft. Doesn't even rhyme. What's the point?
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