Jane Shewmaker Hale
Grace - Poem by Jane Shewmaker Hale
There once was a young lady named Grace.
who wore a red bikini, twas lace.
When she jumped in to dunk,
her bikini, it shrunk.
Then, all that was red was her face.
Comments about Grace by Jane Shewmaker Hale
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Read poems about / on: red
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You