There was a motorbike in Panmure
That runs on pig manure
And it drives with two wheels
And it feels like it's on my heels!
But when it crashes it still drove
And it felt like it was on the stove
But everyone thinks it's cool
But I think it's just old school.
By Ebenezzer
I hope the motorbike doesn't smell too much Ebenezzer! What a great poem your machine poem is. Well done!!
ReplyDeleteYou have just told a story using good rhyme. What a clever poet you are.
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