Inukshuk Troubles Poem
March 30th, 2008 by Rose
Oh Inukshuks they have no knees, no knees
Yet they do as they very well please. Oh please
They cannot ride a bike
Though Inukshuk can hike
Like the rates of Olympic park fees
Inukshuks are made out of rocks, they rock
On their flat feet you never see socks, no sock,
Sometimes they may stir
It will rarely occur
But when outraged, Inukshuk could walk
John Barlow knows one on the beach, a peach
Its head is too tall to reach, no reach
He’d like to have poets
Read there and they know it
An Inukshuk PO-etic niche!
Behind one Inukshuk is me, oh me
And maybe another from you, (or he)
These rocks they are old
Never plastic, not sold
Make your own for Inukshuk are free!
Rose