There is a poetry project going on. (Among a myriad of other things)
In support of the 6th grade curriculum, I extend to you my Cinquain goodwill offering:
Luggage.
Not lost, but found!
A matching set of bags.
The mirror helps expose the site:
on ME!
I'm tuckered out. (And I have the bags to prove it.)
5 comments:
HT to the rescue
Ode to a Gold Fish
My wet
pet
There you go, turn that in
HT
funny! good luck with those bags.
and the poems.
I'm laughing.
cute! My 3 1/2 hours of sleep last night help me enjoy this poem more!
:)
I like it. My dad saw a picture of me the other day and goes, 'are you getting enough sleep alana?" I think I suffer from the same baggage problem.
This made me laugh. Thanks for cheering up a gloomy Sunday (I'm a bit behind in my blog reading, apparently).
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