Let me tell you a story,
It is not very mild:
One daya tornadoe blew through,
All angry and wild,
It blew of the side of my house ,
so,as a child,
I lived in a half house,
With a half mouse,
I even had a half pool.
And a half bottle of glue,
And that ,my child is why,
our half too.
2 comments:
Is this a Shel Silverstein poem?
Very creative....can't wait to read more!
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