Sometimes I kid a touch,
But this time I kid you not.
We stood outside at dusk,
And we waited, and we watched.
A little squeaking in the hush,
Then bats emerged from our loft.
…
We stopped counting as such, at 103.
That’s really a bit much, even for me.
Lofts Of Bats
July 28, 2010
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Hypocritoppos
July 28, 2010If an Irish politician
Was a breed of animal,
Then it would be, a cross.
Between a snake, parrot
And chameleon…
The Hypocritoppos!
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