Poetry

Pippin Wippin

Pippin Wippin, Pippin Wippen,
Pippin whips all day long.
Pippin whines while he pines
Pippin, don't cry
I have an eye.

Pippin's good. Pippin's sweet.
Pippin doesn't know how to eat.
Pippin says, "I don't care.

I think I might bowl a spare.
I think I might eat a pear. 
The pear is delicious. The pear is good.
I think I might pull up my hood.

My hood is blue. My hood is wet.
It's raining. 
The rain is cold. The rain is good.
Oh great. It's almost stopped.

My mistress made an outfit for me.
It is pink, but I don't care. 
I think I might bowl another spare.

I go to sleep. I stay up late. 
I read my bedtime story.
I say my prayers.

When Mistress says, 'Goodnight.' 
I say, 'Arf' right back. 
I give a bark. I close my eyes.
My Mistress goes, 'Night-night.'

Good night everyone.

Pippin