The grey wolf at thikest wood
Suddenly met the fox which was rud.
— Hello, Elizabeth!
— How are you sharp-toothed?
- Things are going very well.
My head is intact still.
— Where have you been?
— At the market.
— What did you buy?
— Pork meat
The tail was bitten off in a fight.
— Who bit it off?
— Dogs canine!
— Are you full, dear godfather?
— I barely made it out alive rather !
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Comments1
This poem story reminded me of stories my father told us as kids. His grandfather from Tennessee told such backwoods stories.
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