Yet another of the poems that I cranked out during our study on the art in Creative Writing. This one is comprised of three triplets, written only in AAA form.
I can count my 1,2,3’s
I can sing my ABC’s.
But still I cannot find the cheese.
Mommy says it’s by the door,
Daddy says it’s on the floor.
But they don’t know what I’m looking for.
Mommy listened to my plea,
And found my beloved cheese for me.
It is very much cheesy.
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