The elf-boy named Michael sprinted home from school
For his belly was hungry and he started to drool
He looked at the fridge and what did he find?
A tall white rectangle looking divine
So he ran then slipped and fell on his face
Nothing he did could cover his disgrace.
Then he crawled to the fridge as quick as a mouse
So no one outside could tell he was in this house
And finally he got there and opened it up
For at that minute he thought he had good luck
But suddenly the eggs and flour tumbled down
And at that moment Michael got a big frown
By: Mikaela E.
By: Mikaela E.
1 comment:
I loved your poem you truly made it unboring.
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