I have some clay, I have some stones,
what am I building? Nobody knows.
I create a wall, in fact I’ve made four,
it looks like a house made for a war.
I shape a roof, “flat or with a point?” ,
I looked at my arm, I think I broke a joint.
I shaped the roof in a random shape,
then it looked like there was no escape.
So then I added a door,
but that was a bit of a bore.
so it ended up in the shape of a bin,
no wait, I think it was in the bin.
I’m enjoying your poems, Millie. Here’s a poetry writing tip. Read your poems out loud before you post them. It helps you get the rhythm and the beat right. In this poem, for example, the first two verses have four beats in each line. But the first two lines of verse three only have three beats, which makes it sound a bit odd.
ok. thanks
hmmm
whats wrong?
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