I had a best friend, his name was Sam
This was very weird, but he liked eating ham.
His Daddy said “boo” and his Mummy said “how”,
Then they both asked him to milk the cow.
They all came back and had some food,
And he walked to the chickens in a happier mood.
He picked up their eggs as they waddled their legs,
That was my best friend Sam.
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I love this poem about Sam! It’s upbeat, a little bit quirky and amusing!
What a wonderful poem, I wish I’d been able to write such poems when I was 8.