September 1st, 2017 Posted in Poetry
Have you heard of skwigmaroo?
They come from Cheshire, mainly from Crewe,
Dress only in red, or three shades of blue,
Secure their beaks with a silver screw,
Fix their wigs with peppermint glue,
Put all six feet feet into one one big shoe,
Paddle The Cloud in a pink canoe,
Laugh like drum, sing like a zoo,
Say nothing at all when a poem won’t do.
There’s none such fun as skwigmaroo.