Short Poems, Long Poems & Limericks

A Glass Half Full of Stuff to Read

Mallory the Mite

Climbed all day and night

Right legs in front of left legs

Left legs in front of right

 

And what was he climbing?

‘twas only a molehill

And how many steps?

He wasn’t counting

 

Because he could be sure

That when you’re so small

Every molehill might as well be

The world’s tallest mountain.



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