Yesterday with Shirley, we were learning about poems named limericks. Shirley gave us two examples of her very own and we made up our own. Then we made two lines. Then we made two more lines. Then we made one more line. My poem was named Clarence the rugby ball here it is
There once was a rugby ball named Clarence
He's never had trouble with balance
He flew through the air
Between the goalposts near
No one was more proud than his parents
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