
How Would you Change this Poem?
Under my bed
are books I’ve never read,
and a leather trenchcoat
that my rattlesnake shed,
if its lost, or its broke,
or its ripped, or its dead,
you’ll most likely find it
under my bed.
Under my bed
there’s an ocean of toys
there are Barbies for girls
and soldiers for boys
there’s a spiderman
missing the top of his head,
and an old SimonSaid
under my bed.
If youre looking for legos
a ‘mote control car,
or a few GI Joes,
a dull chinese star,
or youre looking to lose
your brother instead
there’s plenty of room for him
under my bed.
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