Dot's Poetry Corner
And now it's time for Dot's poetry corner
Roses are red, violets are blue.
I was born pretty. What happened to you?
Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow.
Until she shaved it off, you see, to make a pretty coat.
Jack and Jill ran up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown while Jill broke out with laughter.
Roses are red, violets are blue.
I don't realy care, as long as I'm still cute
Roses are red, leaves are bright green.
If I dyed my hair blonde, would that look obscene?
Roses are pretty and you are my friend.
Soon this fanfiction will come to an end.
BYE BYE