Nonsense Poems

We have been writing poems during draft writing here in Rm13 for the last couple of weeks. Today, we had a go at writing nonsense rhymes. Here are a few to share with you.

Almost every day,
I eat pickles in a stack of hay.
Every day right at one,
I eat pickles in the sun.

Almost every morning,
I eat pickles with a warning.
Every day right at six,
I eat pickles with lots of licks.

By Bella.
 
Almost every Monday,
I eat pickles while I play.
Every day right at eight,
I eat pickles with a mate.

By Veeral

Almost every midnight,
I eat pickles with a light.
Every day right at three,
I eat pickles when I agree.

Almost every morn,
I eat pickles with corn.
Every day right at seven,
I eat pickles stacked to heaven.

By Nandani

Almost every day,
I eat pickles with hay.
Every day right at eight,
I eat pickles- they're great.

By Simraj

Almost every night,
I eat pickles while I bike.
Every day right at nine,
I eat pickles because they're mine.

Almost every night,
I eat pickles while I write.
Every day right at three,
I eat pickles up a tree.
By Amber

 Aren't they great? Perhaps you could try writing one, too!