June's Rhymes
Bridgette
Sitting in her pool, making her own rules.
Playing with her ball, saying, look ya'll.
Sliding down her slide, with water in her eye.
You'll never see her cry.
Mom look, I am a fish, but not to be killed,
for I don't want to be anyone's meal.
Her mother would say, you can't stay,
in the sun all day, why not?
I just want to play, play, play.
Aunt Sandy, look at me, did you see?
I love my pool, it's my way of staying cool.
Another great poem, written by my talented sister, Sandy.
Playing with her ball, saying, look ya'll.
Sliding down her slide, with water in her eye.
You'll never see her cry.
Mom look, I am a fish, but not to be killed,
for I don't want to be anyone's meal.
Her mother would say, you can't stay,
in the sun all day, why not?
I just want to play, play, play.
Aunt Sandy, look at me, did you see?
I love my pool, it's my way of staying cool.
Another great poem, written by my talented sister, Sandy.
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