Poetry for Children

I sat down to read some poems for children.

I’m shocked how the poets kill ’em:

Falling out of their cradles, eating too much string,

For laughing as a hearse goes by,

Burned alive for telling a lie,

Don’t forget those poor baby oysters going for an outing!

There’s only one conclusion

About poets who write for children,

And that is: They hate ’em.

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Small town writer
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