Monday, March 12, 2018

My poem: spring


There is a spring.

It does a lot of things.

It goes boing.

If you flick it, it goes toing.

The spring can also slink.

That makes me think.

How can a spring go boing but also slink.

Ten springs slink down the stairs.

They go in pairs.

Unfortunately, nobody really cares.

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