My favourite poem was a Pig Tale:
Two little pigs to market went,Their names were Patience and Paul.
They Both were sold and sent to differnrent destinations
And as the pair were dragged apart Paul said in soothing tones 'Don't cry,we'll meet again,Sweeheart; I feel it in my bones.'
They did meet at an early date He had not been mistaken,Paul was the sausage and Patience was the bacon.
That is a good poem. What was your second favourite poem?
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