Poem Hunter
MN (11-08-1970 / )


There once was a girl we called Chirty.
She was happy just when she was dirty.
She would sleep with the dogs
and play with the hogs
and stay up catching bugs till 2: 30.

She just loved anything that could crawl.
When she'd show me, you know I would bawl.
I can't stand the bugs
but I'll still give her hugs.
(even when she hangs them on her wall) .

One day she was catching a snake
I was praying it only was fake.
It was not only real
but a really BIG deal
when it joined in our swim at the lake.

She's an animal lover, no doubt
and she never stays in.....only out.
When she's old she may change...
that would seem oh so strange
cause this is just what she's about!

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Comments (3)

hey Mary, i love this poem. i have some new ones too if you would like to check them out. i love the limerick style and this is a cracker. V x
This is very refreshing use of the L-form and a wonderful portrait to boot.
We call my 13 yr old Chirty.....(short for Charity) :)