When I asked Mack, what he thought about Jack,
He pulled up a chair, and cut into his pear.
And while softly sighing, he then started crying,
Telling tales that were sad, of his friend who’d gone mad.
Then when I asked Jack, what he thought about Mack,
Her started out crying, then finished up sighing.
As he said it was sad, yet made him so mad,
That his friend on the chair, cares more for the pear.
Very clever! You’re just getting to be a whiz at this poetry stuff! I LIKED it a lot!
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Thanx Calen,
I can’t wait until I post the homework for this week (will be up next Thursday). I loved it and I really like what I wrote.
I just hope others do also.
Clare
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Clare – Looks good in print – Helene
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Thank you Helene
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