Florence M. Jones
Mikeva Mack's Gak - Poem by Florence M. Jones
Little Mikeva Mack went to school with gak in her backpack.
"Little Mikeva Mack," said Miss Judy Black.
"Why do you have gak in your backpack?"
I'll tell you the truth, Miss Judy Black.
I have gak to make beautiful pink balls
For my grandmother's pet cat Yackety Yak.
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