Grandpa Vernon's Poems
Bat
Whirling furball takes its flight
In my bedroom, in the night
I awakin, Grandma's quakin'.
Won't somebody light a light?
It's no use to try to hide,
Open all the doors up wide
Take the boom, swat the lout
In the dustpan, throw him out.
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