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Originally Posted by Nate the great
This is my very first poem:
The shoe in the ceiling fan
The storm was raining, raining, raining,
The boys were fighting, fighting, fighting,
The dogs were crying, crying, crying,
The bird was screaming, screaming, screaming,
When my mother threw the shoe.
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Thanks, Nate. As a mom, I laughed out loud, as I pictured this. In fact, I vividly pictured a kid's tennis shoe stuck on a fan blade and spinning around and around afterwards.
Great first poem!