Saturday, September 12, 2009

Park Job?

I'll make up for not posting anything. So here is both poems one for Jobs and the other for Parks!

Job:

There once was a job in Wal-Mart.
To walk around and look.
Keep an eye on people,
to make sure there are no pocketiers
They have their walkie-talkies
and huddle up together to
put an ambush on the pocketiers!

On to the Park:

We have a creepy park,
you do not walk alone.
There are heffalumps and woozels

lurking in the dark.
For if you walk alone,
you must have a spark.
To run around the park.

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