Monday, October 12, 2009

A silly poem on B4

A child is bored
The child has thought
That somehow or not
She hasn't been caught

A child has grin
The widest beam
'Cuz somehow it seems
The winner's her team

A child struggles
As she mumbles
That why must others
Be such bothers

A child lies down
And hears some sounds
She learns to count
Then dreams around

A child is five
She must decide
Whether to cry
Or even sigh

A child can play
In the day
'Cuz it's May
And that's the way

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