I went to the store called Smiths to buy food. I had to go to the car because I needed a break
I went with my dad and mom. I had no one take me stayed in the store.
I went to my home and made dinner with mom. It was fun.
POEM INSPIRED BY POPE’S THE RAVEN
In my home in the ceiling
One sound ringing on my door
In a cottage in a ribbon
Lived my brother on the floor
No man stirring in my hurrying
In my home on the floor
In my home upon the shore
Live my mother going in another door
Going in the home before
Sat a man upon the floor
Hoping mom had food galour.
Mother stirring in her hurrying
For the man upon the floor
Sick of hurrying felt a scrinying (scurrying)
Making food upon the floor