Roses are Red #2

T’s 2nd poem. He has been reciting it for a day or so and became annoyed that I had not posted it yet. Oooops mom’s bad.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You’re so sweet

And everyone loves you!

 

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Roses are Red……

T is wanting to be a writer just like his mom. I have told him that he is not allowed his own blog until he is at least 12. But I have this category Written by T and have agreed to post his work.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You’re so sweet

And I love you.

T

 

The Bird who likes to Poo

T has taken an interest in my poetry. While hanging out with Auntie K on Wednesday before his doctor appointment, they created this brilliant piece of work. I however may be a tad biased.

I met a bird named Blue

He took a poo.

And than he flew

And took a poo.

Than Blue knew

He took too many poos.

©T Doerksen

May 29/17