We play the banjo
Every morning
When the sun rises
I hear them play strings
And then at lunch
I pet by banjo
Because it is soft
And I don't get stomach aches
Finally when I go to bed
I see the banjo
And my heart flutters
Because I love my banjo
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i like your poem!!!! but i don't get how you don't get stomach aches when you pet your banjo...lol
ReplyDeleteI don't get stomach aches because apparently banjos make my stomach feel good....it's in honor of you! lol....
ReplyDeletemoin, i like yur poem but i have to agree with anna-sophie! you really like banjos! hehe
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