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I learned to enjoy poetry as a young child hearing my stepmother read aloud. I enjoyed serious as well as humorous poetry, but the humorous probably had the greatest impact on me. Two of these poems, as I remember them, are presented here. The authors are unknown to me.
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My papa held me up to the Moo Cow Moo
But if my papa goes in the house,
The Moo Cow's tail is a piece of rope
And the Moo Cow Moo has lots of fun
The Moo Cow Moo has deers on his head,
His feet ain't nothin but finger nails,
Now if you or me pulls them handles
Edmund Vance Cooke
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Please stop me if your've heard this plan,
Said he, "I'll not feed corn or wheat,
So he mixed sawdust with some oats,
So day by day this thrifty guy,
And she laid eggs, and all went well,
For oh, my friends, from out those eggs,
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