Blue Cube : the Poem

The Blue Cube by Bert

The blue cube is comfy
the blue cube is cool
it makes me feel good
it makes me feel free

hold on I hab to pee

Ok, I’m back.  The cube is cozy, 
the cube is soft,
when mom picks it up, it goes aloft.
I like when it’s crowded, 
I like when it’s not,
the blue cube is good for sleeping.  

How’s that?  I”ll probably get better at doing poems wiff time.

3 replies
  1. Denise Schreiber
    Denise Schreiber says:

    Oh Bert! I think that is an excellent start to your poetry writing. I bet you become a poet laureate someday!

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