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Brian Younger Poem
My yellow school, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you bore and paddle,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the english cavalry saddle.
Let me compare you to a deep ember?
You are more loathsome, amazing and hip.
Old frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the blazing equip.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your generous eyes, lips and hat.
Thinking of your lifelong lips fills my days.
My hate for you is the impressive bat.
Now I must away with a mellow heart,
Remember my wrong words whilst we're apart.
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Brian Younger Poem
Whose chocolate frog is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his chocolate frog a shake,
And laughs until her bellyaches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The chocolate frog is small, brown, and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead
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Brian Younger Poem
Blue merles howl.
Red calicos beetle.
Unanesthetized cats rind.
Hazel catkins laugh.
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Brian Younger Poem
How happy are orange carrots!
Are you upset by how colored they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the carrots so chromatic?
I cannot help but stop and look at brown walnuts.
Are you upset by how dark-brown they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the walnuts so brownish?
How happy is the wooly cantaloupe!
Never forget the soft and addled cantaloupe.
Copyright © Brian Younger | Year Posted 2021
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