Spring
There`s a spring in my chair
It bounced itself out of there.
Darn this spring must be alive
It broke my antique vase with just one dive.
Bouncing free around the room
I gotta catch it and catch it soon!
Bouncing low bouncing high
Boy that spring could fly!
It just barely miss the cat
hitting my shins with one hard wack!
Now my room is a mess
I`m a little upset I must confess.
I grabbed the broom I hit that spring
sending it flying around in a ring.
It finally went out my door
returning to my house no more.
Copyright © Nancy Stere | Year Posted 2008
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