On my toast, I like jelly.
On my biscuits, in my belly.
Jelly on my fingers.
Jelly on my face.
I've gotten jelly
all over the place.
I think that I am
a jelly mess.
I LOVE jelly,
can you guess?
My jelly is a beautiful red color. How many things can you think of in a minute that are red? Can you select one thing on your list to write a poem about, or can you write a poem about being red? Have fun writing. Maybe you can eat some toast and jelly while you write.
So you've intrigued me, Joy. What kind of jelly is this? My mother made tons of grape jelly for us; we had a grape arbor! But I've only made strawberry jam. I like the 'messiness' of your poem!
ReplyDeleteI love the jelly mess this made. Funny!
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