Classic poem of the day
What a day to be born!
And what a place!
Cried the flowers.
" Mais, tu as de la chance, ma chere!"
said the wild geranium
Who was very travelled.
The campions, the bluebells
The daisies and buttercups
The bright little eyebright and the white nettle flower
And a thousand others
All were there to greet her —
And growing so high — so high
Right up to the sky, thought the butterfly,
On either side of a little lane.
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Member poem of the day
Little spiders on the floor,
Who knows what they're waiting for?
They'll creep around without a sound,
Looking for a place to stay.
First they rested in the sink.
But soon they cried, "That's far too wet!"
The spiders didn't like the sink.
So now they had to try and think.
And then one said "Why not the shed?"
The spiders rested in the shed.
But soon they cried "It's far too old!"
The spid...