Joseph Enright

Autumn came in multicolors last year,
Fiery reds and burnished oranges
Bright yellows and rusty greens,
Painted leaves that floated
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An acorn on an oak tree grew,
The wind around him gently blew,
It whispered to him quite softly
'Some day from your mother
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Is the moon lazy when it lies on its back?
Was it the zebra who designed the piano,
White and black?
Is the elephant the wrong way round?
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A frog came in my house today,
Uninvited, you might say,
He looked around contentedly,
But took no heed of me.
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In the stillness of the night
I lie and think of days gone by,
Of carefree youth and games we played
Mountains climbed and seas we sailed,
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Struggling to stand on wet green land,
Mother nervously at hand
New born foalon spindly legs
Welcomed to the world by chilly winds.
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Large calloused shovel like hands
Gnarled knuckles on fingers
With chipped nails
Kept clean with small bladed ivory handled penknife.
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Oh Autumn moon
Heavenly lantern in an angry sky,
Casts an eyrie shadow
Through black sailed galleons
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An innocent lady from Slough
Said she didn't know how
Then an Irishman squeezed her
And very soon teased her
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The limerick packs laughs anatomical
Into spaces quiet economical
But the good ones Ive seen
So seldom are clean
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On a peaceful summer midnight,
Under a moonlit sky,
I stand beneath a street lamp
As moths go flying by.
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Tall bricked chimneys standing high
Black smoke billowing to the sky
In behind large closed gates
Terror hidden from outside gaze.
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When Moses parted
The old Red Sea,
Did he catch fish
To bring home for his tea?
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In yonder shaded woodland knell,
I spy a group of pale bluebells
Nodding their heads in unison
Welcoming Springs watery sun.
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At evening time
An owl is calling
Oer the land
night is falling
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I have a hole in my shoe,
In my shoe,
In my shoe,
Whatever can I do?
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I made a sandwich with some worms,
Im afraid my tummy turned,
I put some mustard on the top,
But Boy, it made it HOT,
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By dawns early morning haze,
In admiration I did gaze,
At work of beauty so profound,
So intricate to astound.
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Do lions take pride,
When they kill in the night?
Does the wise owl
Really gave a hoot?
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