Best poem

I Once saw a horse,

who lived in a green field of course.

In the field there was a big pipe,

it was a big old rusty type!

To get to his stable he had to carefully walk through a pond,

of this he was not very fond,

he hated wet knees as he ran through the trees.

but he swam through some jam avoiding a lamb,

so he had sticky feet trotting down the street.

he went back to the pond and washed feet and beyond because having wet knees was not as bad as jammy ones.

by mia