On my way to school I saw a packet.
It was a chip packet.
It was an empty, chip packet.
It was a squandered, empty, chip packet.
It was a stretched, squandered, empty, chip packet.
It was a diminutive, squandered, empty, chip packet.
It was a gloomy, diminutive, stretched, squandered, empty, chip
It was a chip packet.
It was an empty, chip packet.
It was a squandered, empty, chip packet.
It was a stretched, squandered, empty, chip packet.
It was a diminutive, squandered, empty, chip packet.
It was a gloomy, diminutive, stretched, squandered, empty, chip
packet.
I picked it up and made it into a skirt for my Barbie.
What an AWESOME poem!!!
ReplyDeleteLove Mum xx
Wow that's very clever, good work Summer!! Looking forward to hearing some more of your poems :):):)
ReplyDeleteGeri xo
not even I know what diminutive means, but what a nice poem, and I'll bet Barbie looks just lovely in her chippie packet skirt. Love from Aunty Arlene xx
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