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Post date: Feb 07, 2011 10:54:16 AM
The Scarecrowem by Simbo Rumblebelly
So there he stands All on his own A barley field He calls his home On mud and stones His legs do rest He looks lonely And not well-dressed A threadbare coatHe wears with prideThough bits of strawPoke out the sidesAnd badly tied
A scarf of red
An old top hat
On top his head
In rain and wind
He's always there
A thankless task
For no-one cares
All day he stares
At passing crows
And rats that gnaw
At his straw toes
He guards barley
And crops of rye
From greedy crows
Out of the sky
As they flock by
To call him names
He scares them off
No times for games
He'd really like
Some company
A friendly face
Around for tea
He never sees
A friend to play
They just see him
And run away
One day he wakes
And hears a sound
Something rooted
In closeby ground
He looks around
And with a gasp
He eyes set on
A scarecrow lass!
A fine new coat
She wears with pride
And fresh cut straw
Is stuffed inside
And neatly tied
A scarf of red
A new top hat
On top her head
So there he stands
No more alone
A scarecrows lass
To call his own
And in their home
They gently sway
Together 'till
The End of Days
Some information about the artist:
Master Simbo is a famous poet around the Shire. When not preoccupied with collecting and eating pies, Master Simbo works on expanding his collection of self-written poems. He is a regular visitor of the Green Dragon, where on fridaynights he may be found willing to recite some of his work. Master Simbo is also a gifted musician and actor.
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