In my green froggy clogs
I can jump, jump, jump.
Over old, dead tree logs
and traffic safety bumps.
OK now it is your turn. Today is Thursday, and I'm thirsty. Can you write a poem about things you like to drink? Have fun. (Perhaps a simple couplet.) You are welcome to leave your poem in the comments below. Thank you.
Thanks for coming by for a visit.
I like this one... can see kids going jump jump jump... ILY cloey
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ReplyDeleteLove how your brain went from green shoes to frogs. Creative mind! I also like that the child jumps over dead tree logs and then is able to return to a "civilized world" and jump over man-made "logs." I never saw that parallel before. You're good!
Linda A.