Poem by Oliva Barrio 1ºESO A
Under secrets
Under the sea,
I can see as well
As I read
Under the snow,
I feel the cold
Right in my nose
Under the table,
I feel able
To plug in the cable
Under my umbrella,
I see a young `fella´
Who in fact is a seller
Under the seat,
I take a sip
Of coco and a lemon drip
Next to the radiator,
I say good bye
To my friend the exterminator
No comments:
Post a Comment