Today is the first day
of our summer vacation.
We're taking a road trip
across this nation.
My sister and I
get the back seat,
traveling this way
just can't be beat.
I hope she stays
on her half of the seat,
or I'll take off my shoes
from my smelly feet.
What are you doing during your summer vacation? Can you write a poem about that? Have fun.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteJust what a kid might do--threaten with stinky feet.