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.