The library lady
Has gray hair
Like Grandma's.
She never gets cross.
Once I spilled
Orange juice
All over the book cover
Of my book.
When I told her,
She just said,
'Never mind.
Try not to do it again.'
When I was ill,
I was late
Taking my books back.
She just said,
'Where were you last week?
I missed you.
Are you better now?'
The library lady
Helps me to find
The books I like.
She knows
All the exciting stories
And the scary ones.
When I grow up
I'd like to work
In a library.
Told ya that this will be longer
Anyway thanks for reading
YOU ARE READING
РØ€ΜŞ
RandomThis is a children poem. if u got a little brother or sister. Or maybe you love a childish poem you just read here and if you don't like it don't read it because i don't like unecessary insults. But anyone who likes it please read it.
