My Window Poem by That Boy

I look out my window,
My eye duth meet,
The neatly filed houses of Glover Street.
Looking further I see the shell,
The petrol station and it’s fumy smell.
I look out my window,
My eye duth meet,
Birds flying above, look down and say “tweet”.
I look out my window,
My eye duth see,
A little brown bird, perched on our tree.
People look out of there window and they duth see,
In the near-by houses, they see the same as me.
In Paris, they see the Eiffel tower,
People in and out, more by the hour.
So look out your window and what might you see?
You might see the world and all its beauty.