Two Gloomy Twins - Byron Bill & Evan Heasman

There were two gloomy twins

Who liked to go for swims

They went for a dip

In a lake of arsenic

Now they're only toothy grins

Two Gloomy Twins

Written by Byron Bill

Illustrated by Evan Heasman

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Sunday Poetry: Young Lady of Claire - Edward Lear & Ken Lamug

There was a Young Lady of Claire,

Who was madly pursued by a bear;

When she found she was tired, she abruptly expired,

Oh Young Lady your life is unfair.

Young Lady of Claire

Written by Edward Lear

Illustrated by Ken Lamug

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In The Street - Dorothy Livesay & Evan Heasman

In rainy weather

Who can tell

Whether we weep

Or not?

I dread the sun

For his fierce honesty.

In The Street

Written by Dorothy Livesay

Illustrated by Evan Heasman

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Alliteration Obliteration Winner!

And the winner is –

NOM-yom-yom-yom...YOM-nom-nom...

Tex, please. Chew more quietly.

Nim-nim-nim-nim...

Thank you. And the winner is...

Sam McKenzie! Congratulations on a job well done. Sam submitted a limerick to us that was not only filled with astonishing alliteration but it rhymed! No small feat, Sam.

Good show.

Thank you to everyone who entered! And please remember there is still time to submit your piece for the Blast from the Past - Fox Edition challenge!! Don't be late or I'll send Tex out to hunt you down and chew on your fingernails. Now, without further ado, here is Sam McKenzie's piece for the Alliteration Obliteration challenge:

How the War Began

I tramped through the trees in Tramine

And tore off the twigs the whole time

My dress made of tulle

Was was ate by the stool

As revenge for my troublin' crime.