Well, I thought of writing a poem that might be for children. Trinket came to me when I was washing dishes…….
Trinkety trink!
Prinkity prink!
There is a trinket
in the sink.
Trumpety trump!
Frumpety Frump!
Ms. Crumpet
blew her trumpet.
Ooopity Oops!
The trinket fell into the soup.
And there it lay on the tray
Into the sink and to her dismay.
She grumbles and frumbles
While the dishes tumble.
She keeps the trinket,
And says, “forget it”.
She smiles and then shows
off her dimples.
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