QUITE CURIOUS FOLK OF BATEMOOR
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Our neighbours are a curious bunch
All squashed up together but they rarely take lunch
For some will appear to sleep throughout the day
And be up all hours at night when the skies turn grey
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One such couple "Buggerlugs and Giant Haystacks
Seem to have spent an eternity within their sack
She a hefty woman with legs like tree trunks
And he a skinny fellow with sunken looks
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There's Harry the grave dodger who smiles and greets
To every single person this friendly soul does meet
Then there are the Arabs and Afro's who remain a mystery
From where they came there is no history
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People come and go from here each and every day
And their tenancy seems shorter,not long do they stay
The inbreds of Batemoor seem to know each other
And greet their neighbours like friendly Sisters and Brothers
DU LIEST GERADE
The A-Z Book of Poems (Completed)
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