I picked up a shining stone
when I got home it started to moan.
It woke me up in the night
and gave me a terrible fright.
Next day when I went to school
I dropped it in the swimming pool.
Then it turned into a man
who chased me with a pot of jam.
When you are walking all alone
DO NOT pick up a shining stone.
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Hi Riley. I’ve added two lines to your poem. I think it needed rounding off. A good way to do that is to refer back to the first two lines. If you don’t like it tell me, and I’ll take it off again.