Babies get carried,
in a kangaroo’s pouch –
Roses have thorns,
so we’d have the word ouch.
Windchimes have tinkles
in a most gentle breeze –
Eyeballs take cover
whenever we sneeze.
At altitudes high,
Lazy Hawks take a nap –
while closer to earth,
busy Crows have to flap.
Poems needn’t rhyme
or have to make sense,
but if it rains while you camp –
don’t ever changes tents.
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