I watch mum cut multiple slices
Then take the softest and largest
When my mouth claims the crunchy bit
The apple drains its delicious rain
I clean the spoon
And get ready for the next mouthful
I've yet to claim
When I become to full to eat more I'd take the rest to my dad
Whoose ready to eat my uneaten meal
He scoops it up and smacks his mighty jaws
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Deep Poems
PoesieOne of my friends have been saying that I'm really good at writing poems. And that I should put them all on to wattpad. So I did. hope all you potatos (readers) like them!
