Biography of George Hunter
I'm just a rhymer, not a poet,
Read one of mine and then you'll know it.
You don't have to pretend you understand,
It's as plain as day, like the palm of your hand.
Nothing esoteric, abstruse or recondite here,
Just something to read while drinking your beer.
A strange animal, the Aardvark
He do not meow, he do not bark.
He never raves and never rants
He just sits there and slurps up ants
And he likes to do this in the dark.
He has big claws upon his feet
And a huge tail which is really neat
A very large ear