There once was a young man of spain,
Who thought his mother a pain,
So he jumped in a boat,
That didn't quite float,
And sunk as it started to rain.
So now we will talk about Rose,
Who had a really short nose,
When she lied it grew,
Which didn't quite do,
But it shunk even more as wind blew.
There once was a very small child,
Who happened to be a bit wild,
When she went to the doc,
He spotted a spot,
Upon which her craziness piled.
And so her young mother named heather,
Carried a rediculous fether,
Which she expertly used,
And tickled the news,
And awkwardky altered the wether.
Do you know what happened next?
Maybe you should try to guess,
It starts with a "Q"
And rhymes with new
And is full of life and zest.
COMMENT IF YOU ENJOYED!
-Dassia
AMAZING!!!
ReplyDeleteI love those poems that are just fun to read and roll of your tounge. =D