Holly was jolly,
Her friend was named polly,
And often came to play,
It happened that one day,
Holly was not jolly,
And threw her dolly,
In the garbage bin,
And when mother came to tuck her in,
She said "Where's pip?"
Pip was named the day Holly bit her lip,
"In bin",
Said Tim,
Holly's younger brother,
"Is that so?" said mother,
Holly did not reply,
But looked at the floor with her eye,
The next day,
When Polly came to play,
She found a dolly,
And thought it must be Hollys,
She gave it to Holly,
And Holly grew jolly.
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hollyrice (
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Comments2
Gladly. I enjoyed this little piece about arbitrary Holly....did she really lose her dolly for good, or did Polly really retrieve and return it to her? Your use of end-rhyming is excellent, and the entire poem was pleasant reading. I enjoyed it. P.S. Check your 10th line and maybe remove either the "that" OR "the"? And check the spelling of "actually" in the title.
You write really clever poems. The way you organize them is super cool
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