Little Pebble wanted
when he grew up to be
a Radio City Music Hall Rock-ette.
In my shoe
Little Pebble took a ride
The blister I got hurt my stride.
Oh, gosh! These are awful. Real groaners. some days you just have to let yourself write bad stuff to get to the good stuff. I'm hoping good poems will come. Can you write a poem about the wind today? We are having really windy weather.