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I'm a teacher who is still quite new to poetry writing. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them and I'd welcome any comments or thoughts you may have.

Saturday 21 March 2009

Sweaty Yeti

Does the yeti get sweaty
in his thick furry suit
yomping over the tall icy peaks?
But you know it’s no joke
when you long for a soak
and all you can smell is your feet.

And there are so many troubles
in a life without bubbles
when there’s nowhere to shampoo your hair.
When his pits become niffy
and give off a whiffy
he can’t just go’ dry-clean his fur!

So what can he do?
It’s below minus 2!
And he’s starting to feel a bit mucky.
He finds a cold mountain river
sits in it and shivers
and plays with his best rubber ducky.

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