Sitting on a windows ledge
on a warm summers day,
sat a pie waiting to cool
before the break of noon.
Along came little Kelly
with a sniffer oh so keen.
He followed the scent
oh heavenly bent,
a pie found on the scene.
He looked all around and
only saw the ground.
Thinking he was in the clear
he took his finger and tasted that pie,
Ummm, ummm, ummm my my.
Along came old Mrs. Frye,
why she picked up the broom
and paddled his tush.
Kelly didn't care he took his blows.
Grabbed that pie now everyone knows
Kelly stole a pie from old Mrs. Frye.
Written by: Melvina Germain
every time my neighbor starts cooking I want to seal that whole pot of Tai food, let's not even talk about fried chicken a nice write!
Wonderful expression shared. A marvelous art work wisely drafted....10
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I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes youth does win! ! A great rhyme, for young and old.