poem
IT
I am a pupkin,
surveying all those around,
my friends all different shapes,
and colours and anchored to the ground.
I have a human,
who has raised me as it's own,
It has long hair, legs and arms,
and cares for the way that I am grown.
It has a best friend,
another human called Don,
I know this cos he keeps muttering,
about books of pumpkin growing thereon.
I like this human called Don,
It tells my human what I like for dinner,
breakfast, tea and luncheon snacks,
Just so I can grow grossly fat, a winner.
I have another friend called cat,
it lives in a bar called the"red cod",
it says that it heard my human muttering, something about Don, sounded like
God.
My friend cat and friends,
come late at night for a singalong,
Cos I gets lonely in the dark,
cant understand my human he turns the misters on.
Last night my human visited the "red cod"
then,rolled around the patch with another it
strange behaviour for two humans,
but at least I found out what is meant by
IT !
David
Windy Southampton UK
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