clawtooth35
12-02-2007, 03:35 PM
here it is, I just finished it.
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Winter is my favourite time of the year,
With snowing, and laughing, and Christmas, good cheer.
Foods all aplenty, and there’s good times galore,
Winter is definitely never a bore.
Then on to spring with the life that begins,
All of the new creatures, my head nearly spins.
And flowers, oh flowers, of all colour and sprite,
Finally, the days are starting to get light.
Then on to the oven of summer, oh mercy,
The baking heat, even here in the UK you see.
Most people go on Holiday to France or to Spain,
And some, they stay here to lap up the rain!
And then on to autumn when all of the trees,
Are beginning to get tired and are falling to their knees,
Because of the gales and the thunder so fast,
(And school), In my scale, this “autumn” is last.
And then over again like a wheel of fortune,
Again soon the spring will sing its merry tune,
And then on to summer then autumn and winter,
Now my poem is done it is off to the printer.
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Please CnC and tell me, am I a good poet?
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Winter is my favourite time of the year,
With snowing, and laughing, and Christmas, good cheer.
Foods all aplenty, and there’s good times galore,
Winter is definitely never a bore.
Then on to spring with the life that begins,
All of the new creatures, my head nearly spins.
And flowers, oh flowers, of all colour and sprite,
Finally, the days are starting to get light.
Then on to the oven of summer, oh mercy,
The baking heat, even here in the UK you see.
Most people go on Holiday to France or to Spain,
And some, they stay here to lap up the rain!
And then on to autumn when all of the trees,
Are beginning to get tired and are falling to their knees,
Because of the gales and the thunder so fast,
(And school), In my scale, this “autumn” is last.
And then over again like a wheel of fortune,
Again soon the spring will sing its merry tune,
And then on to summer then autumn and winter,
Now my poem is done it is off to the printer.
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Please CnC and tell me, am I a good poet?