Lemuricks
#1
My lemur is pure black and white
So can’t hide by day or by night
Some stripes will go
While others still show
My lemur just can’t get it right.
#2So can’t hide by day or by night
Some stripes will go
While others still show
My lemur just can’t get it right.
My lemur has rings on her tail
But holds it aloft like a sail
She runs through the trees
Like a boat on the seas
And sheds wakes of leaves in her trail.
But holds it aloft like a sail
She runs through the trees
Like a boat on the seas
And sheds wakes of leaves in her trail.
This poem is copyright (©) Arran Potts 2024
About the Writer
Arran Potts
Arran Potts is from Wolverhampton, UK. He has recently taken up poetry as a hobby to rekindle a love for writing; and is finding Jo Bell’s ‘52 Poems’ book really useful. He recently won the inaugural Blackness on Sea Poetry Prize. He is supported by family and friends. He is hindered by his job.
