My dad was going to take me to Central Park
It was going to be as fun as Noah's Ark
But my dad's friend had to come over
so my brain went down like a Rover
It was as harsh as tar
It was like crashing a car
I love this park,
But now its getting dark,
So I made this poem....
But I am finally over it
Got down before the fires lit
It was a very big gloom
But I let out my balloon
After a good supper
My brain went upper
This happens daily
But not so wail(y)
2 comments:
...proud of how you handled your emotions...and love how maturely you have written about it.
- Pinni
It was as harsh as tar
It was like crashing a car
nice lines.
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