Holiday Poem by tapira ashburton

Holiday



Everyday I long to play
A dream about a holiday
keeps bugging me
I don't even have time to watch T.V

Music would add the fun
On a Sunday morning
Everything seemed boring
If only it were Spring.

All I can do now is
sing silly songs
play dance along
and sit down and do nothing.

If only there was a holiday
where I can sit and play
then that would be fun.

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