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The Microbe
BY Hilaire Belloc
The Microbe is so very small
You cannot make him out at all,
But many sanguine people hope
To see him through a microscope.
His jointed tongue that lies beneath
A hundred curious rows of teeth;
His seven tufted tails with lots
Of lovely pink and purple spots,
On each of which a pattern stands,
Composed of forty separate bands;
His eyebrows of a tender green;
All these have never yet been seen--
But Scientists, who ought to know,
Assure us that they must be so ...
Oh! let us never, never doubt
What nobody is sure about!
P
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etry Corner
Hilaire Belloc and Me...
As a young child in school, I had a great deal of
problems with reading and writing. I am left-handed
and dyslexic.
When my parents were splitting up, I was
farmed out to my grandparents often whilst they
sorted themselves out.
My grandfather had a strong love of words
and literature and used to recite Hillaire Belloc to
me as a child. I learned a lot of his poems by heart as
I couldn't read them!
I also like The Baby Sardine by Spike Milligan:
A baby sardine saw his first submarine
He was scared so he looked through the peephole
`Oh come, come, come' said the sardine's mum
`It's only a tin full of people!'
Guy Hooper