There's a quaint little man
Called Horatio McGann
Who wears a hat made of fruit
And a watermelon suit!
Now this odd little man
Named Horatio McGann
Has a shirt made of sweets
And chocolate shoes on his feet!
For this strange little man
Born Horatio McGann
Has socks made of crisps
And liquorice gloves on his fists!
So this nice little man
Known as Horatio McGann
Is never short of food
But comes home in the nude!
©2002 Gareth Lancaster
Something Interesting...
This is the first poem I wrote, back in 2000. I like to think I've got better since then...
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On 22/04/2013 at 17:34 GMT Sarah from U.S.A wrote:
"This poem is SILLY!"
On 22/04/2013 at 17:47 GMT Gayatri from U.S.A wrote:
"Yum,Yum This poem makes me hungry"