The Balloon Vendor
(Triolet)
A tribute to the “Balloon Man” by Rose Fyleman
He comes market to sell balloons.
Red, pinks and purple, blue and greens.
O, they shine nice in the sun soon.
He comes market to sell balloons.
And seems to forget lunch at noon.
Balloons are just tied in a string.
He comes market to sell balloons.
Red, pinks and purple, blue and greens.
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2008
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