Poem about my oncle's right shoe
Roses are red, violets are blue, this is going to be a poem about my oncle's right shoe. One day it was in a cold place trying to put right it's lace suddenly a hailstorm began, making my oncle's shoe run. He ran so fast aet he arrived to Budapest and it was no overcast, there was a warm weather, making my oncle's shoe feel better. After five hours the shoe had enough because there started to be a drought. He began to search for water, bust instead he found a loker. When he opened the loker a snowstorm came out making my oncle's Ben's shoe laugh. After five minutes it was having a frostbite, begging my oncle's shoe to go inside. Finally, when he arrived at home, a strong hailstorm begun. He was happy to be inside and not have to hide.