Callum's+favourite+poems

This is Callum's favourite poem

Betty Botter's Biting Beaver Betty Botter bought a beaver. But the beastly beaver bit her. So she bought a biting badger. And the badger bit the beaver. Since the badger bit the beaver, now the beaver will not bite her. So 'twas better Betty Botter bought a beaver-biting badger. || **Betty Botter** Betty Botter bought some butter. "But," she said, "the butter's bitter. If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter. But a bit of better butter-- that would make my batter better."

So she bought a bit of butter, better than her bitter butter. And she put it in her batter, and the batter was not bitter. So 'twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter! || Melvin the mummy, who lived near the Nile, had worked as a mummy for more than a while, for mummies can go their entire careers without a vacation for thousands of years. He guarded the pyramids day after day to frighten the burglars and bandits away, which meant, as he stood watching over the pharaohs, he often got shot at with bullets and arrows. His job was so stressful, the pay was so poor, but, still, Melvin stayed and protected the door. Until he got sick of his sad situation and knew that he needed to take a vacation. His crypt was so dark and so cold and so clammy, he packed up his swimsuit and flew to Miami. He thought he would stay there for just a few days, enjoying the beach and absorbing some rays. But, sadly, poor Melvin would never return, and this is a lesson all mummies should learn: Don't take any trips or, like Melvin, you'll find vacations make mummies relax and unwind.

Dear Santa, this Christmas my list is quite small. In fact, I need practically nothing at all. My list is so short and so easy to read because there's just one thing I actually need. A reindeer for Christmas is all I require; a reindeer, of course, who's an excellent flier. I really don't care if it's Dasher or Dancer. I'm okay with Cupid or Comet or Prancer. Please don't think I'm greedy; I only want one. You won't even miss him, and I'll have such fun. I promise I'll feed him and treat him just right, and take him out flying around every night. You see, I'm not selfish. So, for my surprise this Christmas, please bring me a reindeer that flies. But if my request is a bit much for you, I guess that an iPod will just have to do.