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And for today, the NaPoWriMo prompt is to ‘write a poem for children. This could be in the style of a nursery rhyme, or take a cue from Edward Lear or Shel Silverstein’.  This is write up my alley – so a selection:

FLOOGLES

A floogle is a funny beast,
All flopsy in its flight:
It doesn’t seem to be the least
Aer-o-dy-nam-clee right. 

Its take-offs are a miracle
Of mind transcending bulk;
Its landings are all spiracle –
And end up in a sulk. 

Its mating cry’s discor-dint
Enough to cause to flee
All creatures less impor-dint
Than female floogles, see? 

Its nests atop sharp spires
Are something of a farce,
Unless a chick desires
A spike thrust up his ……