Thursday, January 2, 2014

Cinquain poem

a.    Car Park
There's no room left
So, we all go in circles,
To find an empty space to park,
Jack pot!
b.    Homework,
Piling slowly,
Been doing it slowly,
One finish, another appear,
Owh my!

c.    Football,
We all love it!
Running, tackling, shooting,
That feel when you score your first goal,

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