See the squeaking of the child,
I think he's angry at the wild.
He finds it hard to see the ace,
Overshadowed by the tiny suitcase.
Who is that looking near the eagle?
I think she'd like to eat the speagle.
She is but a caring student,
Admired as she sits upon a rodent.
Her intelligent car is just a spouse,
It needs no gas, it runs on tree house.
She's not alone she brings a box,
a pet rabbit, and lots of sox.
The rabbit likes to chase a deer,
Especially one that's in the rear.
The child shudders at the nocturnal cheese
He want to leave but she wants the keys.
The Teachers Child
Plantard Dacull
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/14/2020
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Poem topics: alone, car, house, student, tree, wild, hard, angry, chase, child, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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