I sat upon the pillow,
and the pillow sang
PLOP, PLOFF.
Then tiny, little feathers
started drifting off.
I'd say I couldn't help it,
and it caused me such delight
that I had to use those feathers
to start a pillow fight. Pillow fights are fun. Have you ever had one? Instead of starting a fight, how about doing the safe thing and writing a poem about it today?
HI Joy,
ReplyDeleteHave you ever read Mr. Peabody's Apples which is retold by Madonna? It is a good story about feathers in pillows.