The Family At Number Seven

I once knew a man who had three legs
He was married to a woman who had two heads
Now you might think that they looked strange
But they were happy and couldn’t care less

They had a son who had a rather long tail
What the tail could do is beyond compare
He could whip it and crack it and shake it about
A tickle of the fancy with the ladies he shared

Their beautiful daughter was a sight to behold
Not two, not three but the arms counted four
Washing the dishes, that you needed to see
And when she hugged, then hugged you’ve been

They had a dog, nothing looked strange there
Unfortunately as a Chihuahua he looked rather plain
If you ignored him he would bark all day
Then he’d climb a tree and nighttimes howl at the moon

The cat was different, no mistaking that
Two legs wearing leather boots and black furry wings
Circles high up in the sky hunting for prey
Being vegan her prey is tomatoes and cabbage

So now you know who lives down the road
The two storey house at number seven
So if you see them say hello from me
I’m the man with the head facing backwards
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Posted: Mar 2014

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Comments (1)

morgen90210
ha ha ha rolling on the floor laughing
what a super poem !head banger
very very cool. . made my day sir
thank you Steven peace
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