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Wet Floor
When walking on a wet floor,
Prints are left up to the door.
For the leopard to follow,
Deep in a line.
A layer of water,
Becomes quite slick.
Pick up a broom,
Becomes a hockey stick.
Momma said," Don't walk on my floor!
I just washed the kitchen up to the door!"
Gliding too the living room,
In super soaked socks.
Become ice shoes,
Each foot goes, " Ker plop!"
The floor is drying too fast!
Can't get my skis to travel at last.
Now the floor is dry.
Use my slippers to scuttle right by.
Momma said, "At last you can buff the floors,
As you sail on by!"
She didn't see what the floor is too me.
A glowing pond,
Too ice skate upon.
Copyright ©
Kim Stone
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