Lizzy Tomlinson

Rookie (Dundee, Scotland.)

Wind. - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson

It's whistling here,
It's howling there,
Round the building,
Up the stair.
It's such a pity,
That it's night,
'Cause this fine wind,
Could fly my kite,
Instead, it's keeping
Me awake.
Stop blowing wind,
For goodness sake.


Comments about Wind. by Lizzy Tomlinson

  • (4/13/2006 6:12:00 AM)


    Breeze a jolly good fellow, Breeze a jolly good fellow. Join in Lizzy.
    (Couldn't resist!)
    Danny
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 13, 2006



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