…Fun…Fun…Fun…(6 Room Poem)

…Fun…Fun…Fun…

Bright summer light,dimmed through the leaves.

My neighbours on the ropes, tied to the trees.

Birds chirping, us talking, Owen calling its afternoon tea time.

…Fun…Fun…Fun…

I’m so exited I get to eat cake.Will I ever get neighbours like this again? I wonder what else is to eat?

…Fun…Fun…Fun…

 

 

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