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| 'A Fright With Feathers' by Trish |
You can imagine my suprise when I sprouted a lot of feathers.
'What's this!' I said, trying hard not to shout,
when I realized I just couldn't stop, fluttering all about.
A big booming sound said, 'I'm oh so sorry my friend,
Those feathers were meant for a bird, just round the bend'.
I fluttered this way, that way, beginning to feel all frantic,
As the postman popped a letter in my box, he said, 'you and your antics'.
He laughed as he road away, on a bike that was squeaky,
I then noticed the neighbours, some looked almost weepy.
They laughed and clapped their hands, to them it was such a joke.
I quickly prayed, the feathers away, I had to! I just couldn't cope!
Tushie
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