The Paper Plate Tree Poem by Richard D Remler

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Vedda O'Nedda O'Donner McGee
Lives way, way, way up
In a paper plate tree.
On a paper plate walk,
In a paper plate town,
On a paper plate street
With a paper plate crown.

And is she one to boast
When the wind rattles through!
When the morning's are crisp,
And the sky is all blue.
When her paper plate leaves
Dance serene in her tree,
Vedda's as happy
As Vedda can be!

But when it starts to rain,
Things are not as they seem.
She'll fuddle her brow
And try hard not to scream
As her tree gets all smushy,
And gooshy, and splishy,
And every wee step
That she takes goes all squishy.

The windows won't open.
The floors bow and bend.
The doors tend to snoshel
And overextend.
And don't make me tell you
Where she has to go
When that mushy gush rain
Turns to gushy slush snow!

Because I would if I could,
And I can, so I won't.
Secrets like this some might share,
But I don't.
Secrets like this
I keep safely with me.
Just be glad you don't live
In a paper plate tree!


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