Monday, September 7, 2009

This is a poem I wrote when I was little, I found it yesterday

There was a pony from wales
Who jumped on some bales
then he rested (this line is crossed out)
he jumped about all day
then he started to bray

There was a pony from ware
who had very long hair
he tried to grow it fat
so it rested well on his back

The pony was tired so he slept all day
he wanted to start fresh for the very next day
and he lived and he loved the sea

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