Poetry for a Wise Old Man

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A wise old man puffs his Rum-Pipe as dusk falls
Listening to the forests strange and eerie calls
Telling travelling strangers as they pass his way
Of the terrible dangers of the forest day
And how to avoid the Grumble Spit and other beasts
Which turn passing strangers into delicious feasts?
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But first they must slip a shiny coin into his hand
Or they will never survive their passage across the land
And as the wise old man puffs his Rum-Pipe as dusk falls
Listening to the forests strange and eerie calls
He tells the travellers of the man eating Spiky Rat
And the Willowy Fire Beast and the Poisonous Gnat.
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There are of course some who say the old man is quite mad
But the travelling strangers are always glad
When they pass through the forest safe and sound
As they travel far across unfamiliar ground
And at the end of the day
When the wise old man finally shuts his door
Many shiny coins into his piggy bank he does pour
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Because he is far from being mad
He is a wise and rather wealth old man

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3 thoughts on “Poetry for a Wise Old Man

    1. Thanks Miss Lily it is all part of the long process of putting all the poetry in one place. I have a feeling I have written about two hundred or so of these things now although I can not remember for sure. I even think one of them almost made some sense briefly. . . .HAH HAHAH AH ah ah a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

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