Jungle
I went on a trip with my uncle
it was through a jungle.
We saw many colorful flowers,
until the heavy rain showers.
The birds then came out singing,
off in the distance we heard bells ringing.
Look there must be a hundred frogs,
they are chasing the four dogs.
This jungle is way too hot,
it sure is no Camelot.
We need a cold drink,
I wish I had lemonade that is pink.
Glad today is over,
we need a hot shower and a soft bed cover.
Date Written: 3/6/2023
"2 Place"
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