Nora likes to wear pots on her head
And jump up and down and scream till she’s red
She jumped on the cat’s tail
Hurt so bad, kitty wailed
Laughing Nora kicked poor kitty’s head.
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- Mr. B-G
- “Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.” - Jack Kerouac (1922 - 1969)
3 comments:
Brynnay.
What can i say, i always love a poem about me! Well this poem made me think of me stepping on your cat lily. and thinking about that put me in a good mood because i hate that thing! haha no but really i do. this poem in good because its very true and it shows my dislike for animals. I loved the rhyming girl! LOVE YOU
hahaha. this poem is a perfect example of nora. i can picture it perfectly. your rhyming was evry good and it was creative how you takled about the cat and how nora hates it so much. great poem! love youuu
brynnaa, haha that is a perfect example of noras bad side. I love the ryhming and i had a clear picture in my head. And the funny thing is that it is true because she really does hate your cat. But anyways it was amazingg, wonderful jobb!
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