Sunday, August 3, 2008

A Poem

I have stairs
And I like to eat pears.
I'm going fishing on the dock
And I'm watching my clock.
I saw a duck
Swimmin' to a truck.
Whatever you see
It might make you flee
Into the air
Because you're sittin' in a chair.
Do ya think bears
Sit in chairs?
I don't think so
I think I have to go.