Drip Drop Poem by Poem hunters

Drip Drop



Drip dropp drip dropp listen to the rain prick, prick, prick.
It's no way near the sound of a hatching chick.
You must stay inside held back.
and when the season clears up you may run the track.

Friday, October 3, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: rain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Threadgold 03 October 2008

Interesting use of words and in rhyme which I much prefer. Well done Regards Dave T

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