wee words for wee ones
...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Lost Pet
My eyes are leaking.
My voice is squeaking.
I am so upset -
I lost my pet!
He's brown and round,
And enjoys the ground.
He's the best pet on the block -
I really miss my pet rock, Brock!
©2011, Bridget Magee
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