The crusty old bike
The crusty old bike
Sat there every night
He is moldy and very lonely
He was very shy so he flew a kite in the sky
and was never lonely again.
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Hi Josh and Lacey, thank you for posting your poem. Why did you choose to rhyme your fourth line? Do you think it fits in with the rest of the poem? I look forward to reading next week’s poem!