Tuesday, 4 September 2012

My poem :)

Broken alarm clock.

I have a broken clock.
It went tick tock.
It was very loud,
for it gave me shocks at seven o'clock.

My clock has a winnie the pooh inside it.

It is pink and can be lit.

It is dusty
because it quit at going tick.
My clock is now a souvenir.
It was given to me by uncle here -->
It meant good-bye,
For we were leaving for New Zealand that night.

Why Winnie the Pooh you say?
well my brother was born in may
then I came along,
and so to say pooh was here to stay.

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