Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
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Litter Poem
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.
Litter Poem
On my way to school I saw a bottle.
It was a wide bottle.
It was a stinky, wide bottle.
It was an old, stinky, wide bottle.
It was a blue, old, stinky, wide bottle.
It was a rusty, blue, old, stinky, wide bottle.
And it was lying on the playground so I went
and recycled it.
It was a wide bottle.
It was a stinky, wide bottle.
It was an old, stinky, wide bottle.
It was a blue, old, stinky, wide bottle.
It was a rusty, blue, old, stinky, wide bottle.
And it was lying on the playground so I went
and recycled it.
Litter Poem
On my way to school I saw a can
It was a spray can
It was a red, spray can.
It was an old, red, spray can
It was a rusty, old, red, spray can
It was a muddy, rusty, old, red spray can
And it was lying on the side of the road
So I picked it up and put it in the recycling bin.
It was a spray can
It was a red, spray can.
It was an old, red, spray can
It was a rusty, old, red, spray can
It was a muddy, rusty, old, red spray can
And it was lying on the side of the road
So I picked it up and put it in the recycling bin.
Litter Poem
On my way to school
I saw an apple.
It was a wormy apple
It was a smelly, wormy apple.
It was a microscopic, smelly, wormy apple.
It was a rotten, microscopic, smelly, wormy apple.
It was a red, rotten, microscopic, smelly, wormy apple.
And it was lying in the gutter so I picked it up and
put it in the worm farm.
I saw an apple.
It was a wormy apple
It was a smelly, wormy apple.
It was a microscopic, smelly, wormy apple.
It was a rotten, microscopic, smelly, wormy apple.
It was a red, rotten, microscopic, smelly, wormy apple.
And it was lying in the gutter so I picked it up and
put it in the worm farm.
Litter Poem
On my way to school
I saw a piece of gum.
It was sticky gum.
It was green, sticky gum.
It was squashed, green, sticky gum.
It was dirty, squashed, green, sticky gum.
And it was lying on the road so I picked it up
and put it in the rubbish.
By Sam
I saw a piece of gum.
It was sticky gum.
It was green, sticky gum.
It was squashed, green, sticky gum.
It was dirty, squashed, green, sticky gum.
And it was lying on the road so I picked it up
and put it in the rubbish.
By Sam
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