If anyone copy rights this, I have eyes everywhere
So do not copy wright anything. If I found out you did, you will die a slow painful death and I'll blame it on a bear. Now let's hear my first poem!
At night
It's a fright,
A monster
In every
Toaster
A knife
In every
Life
A shadow in
Every
Meadow
A blade
In every
Glade
I cross
The
Lake
Without
A
Rake and
I hum
A great
Song
That will
Sponge up
My fear
And I cross
The lake
Without my
Rake
And hum
A great song
That will
Sponge up
My fear.
Because, at night
It's a fright,
A monster in
A toaster,
A knife in every
Life
A shadow in
Every
Meadow.
Because, I can cross the lake without
My trusty rake.
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This poem was written by me, I know some of it may not make sense but, it helped my 4 year old brother and my two year old sister sleep at night, it may of helped me to. So, enjoy and read the next one.
-Raylen
