Rowan Irwin - The Gromich

The gromich is a funny bird
It has no wings, now that's absurd
It doesn't fly
It jumps instead
And when it lands
It lands on its head

It only eats the cromat bush
Which as you know know is light and lush
At water it turns up its beak
Preferring to drink lime and leak
Which I suppose explains its look
always sour and always crook.

Rowan Irwin

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