Clover The Naughty Boy Poem by savina liyanage
Clover The Naughty Boy
When the sun goes down, the night comes to take over
While happening, little children are sent to bed
But there was one boy who was not sent to bed, he was Clover
What a naughty boy, his parents would say
He would cover the couch in clay
Until one day, his parents thought that this had gone to far
So, they taped him onto a bar
And that was the end of Clover being naughty
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5/2/2024 2:09:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice story. Beautiful poem.