Saturday, 24 January 2009

The winter poem by BILLAL

Every morning when it snows,
I go and warm my toes,
After I warm my toes I go,
And eat some toast,
After I eat some toast,
I go and read the post,
I go and play the most ,
I like the snowflakes,
They tickle my noise,
Then I know it's really snow,
When it's snowing I always,
Wonder when it will snow,
I just miss the snow,
Snow, let it snow!!!!!