Saturday, December 17, 2011
You can't catch me now, ha..ha..
Far away from the house, you see
I was minding my own business
when a huge yellow and blue balloon
flew by the window.
It was so beautiful
I wanted to touch it and fly away too.
You have always told me to
seize the day, and go for it.
So I hopped on a leaf, and sailed
on strings and ribbons of my dreams.
While I am away, please don't touch
the cheese bits I saved under the stairs.
And keep your eyes open for that dumb dog, Spike,
while you are outside, looking up for me.
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - poetry form is epistle (letter form)
Shared with Jingle Poetry at the Gooseberry Garden: Children's Stories, Riddles, Counting Songs and Rhyming Lyrics for Young Kids
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