Sometimes I get
goofy Writing poetry.
Bees
One bee, two bee or not a bee.
Six buns, dogs run to a tree.
I wonder what kind of poem this could be?
Silly cat sat on a hat, then it was comfy!
Little duck fell in the snow
Did he weep? I don't know.
Was there grass under there?
If you know be on the go.
poetry is what I think, words and numbers then I
blink.
what is that? I hear a clink! Go run water in
the sink.
Wash the floor, Make a bed, fold the
laundry, then have a drink.
Tell a friend then they will know, this ain't an
ordinary show.
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