Twinkle twinkle little star
I got in my unicorn cart
I drove slowly to Rainbows house
And on my way i saw a mouse
I got there and walked to z porch
Cuz it was night i used my torch
To run away i still have chance
But i shook my head and knocked once
'I should do this' i thought
Holding the cookies that i bought
The door opened so suddenly
And to Rainbow i said i am sorry
Hmmm she said to me
Oh mean Rainbow you are so mean
YOU ARE READING
Mean Rainbow
Poetrythis is a story written by a 14 year old grandama about her mean grandchild named Rainbow. cover made by my Mean grandchild Rainbow. @AuroraWalker356