Gerald Giraffe
plays golf
on the green.
It's the strangest
sight
I've ever seen.
His legs are spread
in a golfer's stance.
And he wears
plaid golfer pants.
Perhaps he'll make
a hole-in-one.
Gerald Giraffe thinks
playing golf is fun.
Happy Friday. There are a lot of "G"s in this poem. Is there a "g" in your name? The name of your town? Street? Can you write your own "G" poem? I hope you have giggling fun writing.
