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Sitting quietly upon a tree For the whole world to see When falls from her tail, a feather And someone starts to chase her So now she has to flee Gathering up her courage She flies over a cottage Smiling over her beak With the sun at it's peak She finds another place to settle This kind of poetry is called a limerick. This is the second time I wrote a limerick. Find out more: What is a Limerick   My First Limerick I wrote this poem when I was in Fatima Fertilizer Company for a week.

Parents Sometimes as gentle as a dove Sometimes being very shove Forcing me to tie my hair Which makes me look like a tennis player Filled with unconditional love