A poem my children and I made up:
I had a pickle sandwich.
It was white and green.
It had a dozen pickles
And some mustard in between.
I picked my sandwich up
And went to take a bite.
All the pickles screamed, "Aieee"
and ran away in fright.
I had a pickle sandwich
it was white and green.
But now I have a mustard sandwich,
with nothing in between.
I made a pickle sandwich,
This one on a bun.
This time I made sure,
the pickles wouldn't run.
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