My Poem


this is my little poem
and it didnt come from rome
i brush my hair with my blue comb
here i go watch and see
i dont have to pay any fee
i have to use my house key
so now i must go
but my friend said no
my friend said to touch our toes
so then we asked to have some more
but then we accidentally tore
and our parents got mad and roared
then i got grounded
the grass got mounded
the explorers had to founded
and this was my poem about me
dont you see?

invented by katie 4-17-00


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