Rose
Rose was a despicable child
She jumped on the sofa and went all wild
Her dad was a doctor
But too busy to watch her
So dirty Rose
Picked her nose
I was a passer by
And as it happened it was I
Who saw this event
As I was sent
To post a letter to Mr Hent
The day that nearly gave her an end
The day her dad couldn’t mend
When Rose
Put her finger up her nose
Little did she know
Oh-Billy-o
That on her finger
Lay a speck of glue
So when her finger went to come out
It made poor Rose bawl and shout
Her father you see
Had gone out early
No one was there to help
All Rose could do was yelp
So when she tried again and again
It only made her cry out in pain
Then after the 1,000th try
Rose cried out “Oh my”
And on her finger
Lay her brain
Out it came
And never again was Rose the same
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Comments3
Wow. Nasty fate for poor Rose.....funny thing is, why didn't she lose it last time she had a cold and need to sneeze and etc? Your end-rhyming is good and the rythm fairly good too. Very interesting read.
Rose didn't pull her brains out before because she didn't have glue on her fingers before.
Hahahahahahaha! Poor Rose even still.....if her brain was so loose, I still think she might've accidentally have blown in out when she was ill...but I dunno. I enjoyed your answering comment!
well it is just a morrall and obiously not true. And by the way I was only 9 when i wrote that peom so so what if i have a spelling mistake? Anyway I am only 10 now! love from holly
Ah, aye, we are both older by now. Happy 10th Birthday, whenever it was. Hope you have a great year ahead.
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I really love this poem!!! It's so funny! Although, the brain was surprising.... lol. =^.^=
THANKS! You rated it with a 10 but Cheeky missy only rated it with a 8, so now it is a 9!
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