Going camping,
hiking we'll go tramping,
Oh! What fun.
Taking the canoe
wearing water shoes,
hope we don't plunge.
Going fishing,
10 pounder we're wishing,
no nibbling inquire.
Eating dinner,
cold as winter,
wish we had a fire.
Devils Den,
with my friend Ben,
Oh what fun!
1 comment:
You're a Poet and don't Know-It.
Liked the poem,
Mamma
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