Shared publicly - Sep 27, 15
This is my masterpiece poem
There where once a small baby fox,
he lived in a tiny box.
One day he went in to the deep woods,
and found a house with a bunch of baked goods.
He ate as much as he could,
only to find out where the owner stood.
The owner to these baked goods was a big man,
who threw the small baby fox into his van.
The owner of the van drove towards the town,
and now the baby fox knew he needed to calm down.
Once they arrived the owner of the van opened the door,
now the baby fox wished he didn't eat those baked goods before.
Like I said, a masterpiece
There where once a small baby fox,
he lived in a tiny box.
One day he went in to the deep woods,
and found a house with a bunch of baked goods.
He ate as much as he could,
only to find out where the owner stood.
The owner to these baked goods was a big man,
who threw the small baby fox into his van.
The owner of the van drove towards the town,
and now the baby fox knew he needed to calm down.
Once they arrived the owner of the van opened the door,
now the baby fox wished he didn't eat those baked goods before.
Like I said, a masterpiece




