Grilled Cheese Poem by Christopher Carmine

Grilled Cheese



OH JEEZ!
I wish I could eat my grilled cheese!
But I can't eat it now,
because I'm dressed up like a clown.

A sad clown,
a happy clown.


No where to run,
no where to hide!

Can't drive,
can't ride.

A sad clown,
a happy clown,
The Grilled Cheese Clown

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fiona Davidson 13 January 2009

This did make me smile...did you get to eat it in the end? ...good one..thanks for sharing it...

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