I sweat as I get stuffed with books,
pencils, and food. I can’t hold it all!
Sometimes I get too stinky and
icky because you forget to clean
me out!
My pockets are filled with
junk and gunk, but I just can’t
stand the mess!
All I like to do is hang
on your shoulders at the
end of the day just bouncing and wiggling
around as you walk along to the car.
Good job! You have many details and It is a good perconifacation poem
Love it