I love the little rhino
I carve him out on lino
But poachers continue to kill
With very poor skill
They go closer and chop
They never will stop
No matter how small
They'll never stop and stall
They go out to kill and shoot
Leaving our rhino dead in the soot
-Lino: something used to carve designs out on which is then coated with paint and stamped onto a surface to create a mirror image of the design.
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Poems Of My Emotions
PoetryAs the title suggests these are poems of my emotions. Some are sad, while others are happy or just neutral. I write them whenever I get an idea, and my ideas are influenced by my mood. Though not always. I like the more dark and gloomy poems so just...
