the shell that could walk

I was sitting on my own when i  heard a yell

and when i looked over there was a shell

the shell started to talk to me in a little soft voice

it asked me why i hadnt got a boy


I told the  shell that he wasnt supposed to talk

he said look aat this i can also walk

he got on his sharp part and slowly hopped

but then a gust of wind mad him slop


He asked what my name was i told him marie

he said marie do you wants a curry

i said dont be so funny

now look theres a little white bunny

The End

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