Chore - Nursery Rhyme

One, two
What to do;
Three, four
Mop the floor;
Five, six
Play no tricks;
Seven, eight
Make it great;
Nine, ten
Now and then;
Eleven, twelve
On the shelve;
Thirteen, fourteen
And in between;
Fifteen, sixteen
Sweep and clean;
Seventeen, eighteen
As always been;
Nineteen, twenty
Clear and empty.


~10/08/21
~Contest: Nursery Rhyme
~Sponsor: Eve Roper
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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October 14, 2021 at 7:12 PM
Abdul, many congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve
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October 11, 2021 at 8:27 AM
Short, sweet and to the point :-D
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October 10, 2021 at 3:37 PM
fun poem abdul:-) hugs Jan xx
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