I saw it on the table there
I pretended like I didn't care
But I NEEDED to feel inside
Even though I had lied
I stuck my fingers in the jam
My mother screamed "NO SAM!"
I tried and tried, but they were stuck
My hands were covered in jelly muck
My hands felt very gross and sticky
My brother hollered "ICKY ICKY!"
I slowly got them out just in time
I tried not to barf from the slime
As we were wriggling them out
Hallelujah! We gave some shouts
Now I don't put my fingers in jam
So my mom calls me smart little Sam
YOU ARE READING
Do We Have Time to Rhyme?
PoetryI'm only 11 years old and I've heard from many people that I am good at poetry. I decided to try putting some of my own funniest poems into a book! I hope you enjoy these poems I wrote! (P.S they all rhyme)
