High-horse Hipster
Help! Henry, I hurt my hip.
and my legs, and my lip.
Hate to say I told you so,
I have to hide that whip!
and my legs, and my lip.
Hate to say I told you so,
I have to hide that whip!
Key Words : Rhyming, alliteration, humor
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This alliterative poem is inspired by one of my favorite poems, “Sick”. If Shel Silverstein were to rate this poem, I think he would give it an “H”.
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