My ducks
A duck had no luck
It had a brother named chuck
He was very fat
Thats because he ate a cat
He loved to play basketball
But hated to play baseball
He could jump but cannot run
They are my ducks
They make a lot of socks
Out of their feather
that turns into leathe
This is the trend
and i guess this is the end
kayleymin
Apr 05, 2011 @ 05:40:22
I like your rhyming! Your poem is so interesting!
jenna:)
Apr 05, 2011 @ 08:45:16
Thank u
melody
Apr 08, 2011 @ 12:01:24
Great rhyming ^^ -Ms. Welton