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Fairytale Poem
JT ( / Redditch)

Fairytale Poem

The boring hours tick by
as I sit in the room with the thing
His watchful, daring green eye
gazing at the book in which I wrote.

His ugly dirty face continued to stare
as he walked over to my chair
The seconds stopped ticking
as I waited for the verdict.

'Scared are we, I don't care
I'll eat you up including your hair'.
'Alas, Sir Fright I must warn you
beware I do judo'.

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