Dance.
When I was one, I injurd my thumb, guess what I was doing, I was dancing!
When I was two, I got covered in glue, what was I doing? I was dancing.
When I was three, I was stung by a bee, now what was I doing? I was dancing!
When I was four I ran into a door, I was dancing.
When I was five, I got the stink eye, guess what I was doing, I was dancing!
I love to dance and prance.
It puts we in a trance, when I dance.
By; Izzy
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9 comments:
duuude i like to dance tooo!!!!
and it aint bad!!
u wouldnt have posted it if it was baaaad!!!!
omg! thats so cool!
It's awesome bacause you wrote about something you really love.
i loved it ( NOT REALLY ) jk i lked it because you wrote something that didnt rime!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey Izzy,
I thought you poem was good because it was funny and it rhymed!
Alexis
haha. funny.
i helped you with this.!
i liked this poem a lot because i am a dancer also.
I liked this poem becuase it was pretty funny, and really creative.
I think you did a great job on this poem you showed how even though you always get hurt that could because your a clutz jk but you are doing something you love.
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