Sunday, February 17, 2013

A poem about baths

One, two, your unbuckling my shoes?
Three, four, oh no, not that door!
Five, six, this must be fixed.
Seven, eight, its baths I hate!
Nine, ten, never again.
Eleven, twelve, SAVE YOURSELVES!
Thirteen, fourteen, your just plain mean.
Fifteen... fifteen... 

I can only count to fifteen. 

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1 comment:

  1. Pretty impressive poem for a baby. Improve you counting ability and your poem writing skills should flourish. Counting isn't easy, however, as I am still unable to get past 27 :/

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