Pre-poem note: I wrote this in honor of my big sister's maths test on circles.
I must warn toi that it is complete nonsense.
Read on, if toi dare...
There was a blue cercle from Crete
Whose couleurs were overly neat
It morphed twice, scared away all the mice
Then a dit to all, 'wipe your feet
On me because I'm a doormat'
Post-poem note: Well, I warned you.
And it's not my fault if toi end up in the hospital for laughing toi head off, ou having a bee in your bonnet about circles.
Anyway...hope toi enjoyed! :D
I must warn toi that it is complete nonsense.
Read on, if toi dare...
There was a blue cercle from Crete
Whose couleurs were overly neat
It morphed twice, scared away all the mice
Then a dit to all, 'wipe your feet
On me because I'm a doormat'
Post-poem note: Well, I warned you.
And it's not my fault if toi end up in the hospital for laughing toi head off, ou having a bee in your bonnet about circles.
Anyway...hope toi enjoyed! :D
