It's Not A Sasquatch And It Doesn'T Eat Scrapple Poem by Rachael Penfil
It's Not A Sasquatch And It Doesn'T Eat Scrapple
Every thirteenth has bright red eyes.
To see one would be a great surprise.
They ride tornadoes from place to place,
And move around with nary a trace.
They shed their antlers each Halloween,
Are quite shy, and are almost never seen.
You know what animal this is, I hope.
It's the amazing, awesome jackalope!
Friday, January 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: riddle poem
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