41. Yellow Senses
Yellow is beautiful
And kind.
Yellow tastes sour down my throat.
It feels like the warmth of the sky.
Yellow is beautiful
And kind.
Yellow tastes sour down my throat.
It feels like the warmth of the sky.
I want to catch a poem,
But I’m not sure how.
I wish I knew when and where,
I could catch a poem right now.
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My mom said, "Eat all your soup,
every piece of chicken and every noodle."
But there's a cow in my soup.
I wear it everywhere I go,
In the sun or in the snow.
It changes colors every day.
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My closet is booming, something's not right.
The moon is looming, shining real bright.
Shadows dance across the bedroom floor,
Slowly creeping towards my closet door.
How doth the little spider be,
A Master of Geometry?
Oh tell me, tell me, if you know,
Where did she learn to weave quite so?
Five little ducklings in a row, oh how neat!
Paddling in the water with their tiny duckling feet.
Close to mother duck they always, always stay,
Just in case some danger or other comes their way.
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My bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark;
She girds me in my sailor's coat
And starts me in the dark.
Famous Poem
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Super Spring starts off the year
Glistening, shimmering, thundering rain
But warmth comes out, once again.
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