Whose stench of vanilla you smelled through the door
With it we made do
For we had no clue
What lied on the forth floor we would adore
On the fourth floor there was a great bathroom
A room to take away all of our gloom
So nice was no smell
Vanilla farewell
A happy life we could resume
Please email me with any suggested for future poems :)
1 comment:
That is the best lymeric I have ever read! I wish I had lymeric skills. Way cool Jacks!
-Ashleigh
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