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Yesterday’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem for children. Here’s mine.
Old Mother Hubbard, who lived in a shoe,
Had so many blackbirds, but no stew.
She put them in a pie and said rub-a-dub-dub,
Gave it to the dog and put him in a tub.
The dog had a great fall and hit a clock,
The pie flew through the sky and went into shock.
That’s how the blackbirds avoided the spoon
And the spoon went over the moon, the moon, the moon,
Yes, the spoon went over the moon.
Reblogged this on THE MARVELOUS MUMFORD and commented:
AND THE LITTLE DOG HOWLED…AT THE MOON. 😀
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