In Writing Workshop we worked on poetry. We read a lot of poems and also tried to write our own. Here is one of mine:
Piggles
Laying.. Snoring triumphantly.
Dreaming of Heeping platers of vegetables, towering over everything.
Piggles would dig her teeth into the juicy carrots and...
I feel it the place..
the place behind the ears..
the place that tingles when my owner tickles me there..
Then it happens..
I open my eyes..
I see a familiar figure..
A kind figure..
A soft gentle figure..
It is my owner tickling me bihind my ears.
Just the way I like it.
Violet
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