A song of a tale but she miht fail. Go on a sled said her mother. Remember to bail sugestid her father. No she said. I will sing a song of a tale. A bing a bong a bing. A bing a bong a bing. He said her father was geting a ring. bong! went the chinis gong.
Waht a butifull rose
Oh just look at that rose said the lady. Waht a butifull rose, the man cumfurd. But look at my tose! said the girl with the flip flop's. Huh! Ther are thousids of show's said the boy. Waht do you think is they best sky. They all said together...well, the tose the show's and the rose they there just all of them the best sky said evreawon. Gasp. Waht a butifull rose.
Yummy ice cream
sky had a bludy nose. It made her vois sound weird.
Ice cream pleas. Slice cream pleas. Mm nice cream twice cream pleas. Wow! Twice cream! Oh, and ice cream.
BRAVO, Madeleine. I particularly like how the middle poem continues into the final poem. Here we are, about to read about ice cream, and BAM! the poem tricks us by starting off with the final rhyme of the rose poem. How very "Finnegan's Wake" of Madeleine to use this literary structure. Secondly, I applaud this book of poems for addressing the hot-button issue of what kind of sky is the best kind of sky. It's a question no one seems to pose, and it's such an important thing to think about. I am so in agreement that the tose, the show's and the rose are the best kind of sky. What about you? What do you think is the best kind of sky? Definitely NOT the kind with the bludy nose, whose voice sounds weird, right?
She's learned a thing or two from Julia with all her synonyms for "said"!
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