Kenn Nesbitt by Michael Glenn

SELECTED WORKS OF NAME OF POET


SAMPLE POEM 1

Gerbil, gerbil, on the run
in your wheel, that looks like fun.
You must be in awesome shape.
Are you trying to escape?

Is that why you dug a hole?
Where'd you get that vaulting pole?
That looks like my grappling hook.
Give me back that rope you took.

Tell me what that ladder's for.
Why's that hacksaw on the floor?
Are those cable cutters there?
Do I see a signal flare?

Crowbar, blowtorch, chainsaw too?
What do you expect to do?
How'd you get that fuse to light?
Hey! That looks like dynamite!

Quick! Get out! It might explode!
Scram! Skedaddle! Hit the road!
Man, I'll miss you. You were fun.
Gerbil, gerbil, on the run.

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SAMPLE POEM 2

If you give a mouse a motorcycle,

don't be too surprised

if he starts behaving strangely

once he knows he's motorized.

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He may act a bit bizarrely.

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He may dress a little weird.

He might buy a leather jacket

and then grow a honkin' beard.

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When he straps a helmet on his head

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and boots upon his feet,

then you'll see him pop a wheelie

and go racing down the street.

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Pretty soon he'll find he's fond

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of doing motorcycle tricks.

He'll be jumping over cars and trucks

and buses just for kicks.

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He'll start working at the circus

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where he'll take away your breath

as he rides with other rodents

in the flaming cage of death.

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When he accidentally crashes

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he'll have no more fun and games;

just the screech of twisting metal

as his bike explodes in flames.

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And without his motorcycle

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he'll be fired from his job.

He'll become depressed and lonely

and a sad and smelly slob.

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And the only way to save him

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from this misery and pain

is to buy another motorbike

so he can start again.

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So remember this advice:

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Don't even trust him with your keys.

If you need to give a mouse a gift,

it's best to stick with cheese.

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