I walked out into my garden
and noticed that my gnome had hardened
I heard a bird that could sing
and saw a bee with a terrible sting.
My flowers smelt so nice
then I slipped on a piece of ice
into the flower patch
I reached for something to catch
I caught a glimpse of a pretty swallow
dancing in a tree so hollow
I then fell down and hurt myself.
Then I woke up and bumped my shelf
I started rolling out of bed
so I went out to my garden shed
when I got there something charged at me
then I heard a bee say "Goodbye be free".
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
I walked out into my garden
and noticed that my gnome had hardened
I heard a bird that could sing
and saw a bee with a terrible sting.
My flowers smelt so nice
then I slipped on a piece of ice
into the flower patch
I reached for something to catch
I caught a glimpse of a pretty swallow
dancing in a tree so hollow
I then fell down and hurt myself.
Then I woke up and bumped my shelf
I started rolling out of bed
so I went out to my garden shed
when I got there something charged at me
then I heard a bee say "Goodbye be free".
I wrote this when I was eleven, so its not the poems fault if its not that good.
