Tuesday, 19 September 2017

Magic Play Dough

I grabbed the play dough stretching it,
Not too hard or I will quit.


I squished it, I shook it and then it turned green,
My wish was to be sparkling clean.


I am hoping it will be fun,
If it does I will be done.


I took it out of the bag it was very bumpy,
I rolled it in my hand and it was comfy.


This is a poem I wrote about making magic playdough.

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