Sunday, July 27, 2014

My Poetry

Fishy, fishy, in the brook.
They look, they look, they look.
All day they swim, they swim all day.
My sister rides a bicycle.


Maybe I should stick with science fiction.

Posted by at
Labels:

1 comment:

  1. UnknownJuly 28, 2014 at 11:37 AM

    This IS science fiction.
    Your sister doesn't ride a bicycle!
    LoL

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)