The girl at the table sat straight and tall,
Her paper and pencil set before her;
But, my, she did run when she heard a call,
And down went the pencil and paper.
The paper fluttered and fell under the table,
Where the cat tore it to bits;
The pencil rolled as far as it was able;
It fell on the floor and there it sits.
Copyright-October 2007
I new that I needed a new post when one of my readers suggested writing about "sausage and pancakes." If I'm such a desperate state that I have to write about food, then I have to post some thing, I'm sure! Thus, I decided to give this poem that I wrote when I was supposed to be doing school yesterday, to the general public. :-)
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