An earwig, brown and also shiny
sat on a river bank, alone.
Compared to others he was tiny,
a critter made of skin and bone.
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this poem reminds me of Carter, i cant tell you why perhaps the feeble mind and the lack of hair i have to give a ten on this Regards AJS
Perhaps he hasn't got any ears either herbert, poor soul. No crowning glory. So sad. Nice poem though. Love Ernestine XXX