Rhyme when you have a housemate with a little sister who needs to write a rhyming poem for homework, you get 2 19-yr-olds working on "fat, cat, bat, sat...." and "fly, sky, die, lie, my....". we kept reminding ourselves not to use words too big for a little p5 girl. BUT when we proudly presented our poem to her, she insisted that it was very wrong because it was not pro enough! *diaong* hahaha anway this was what we came up with..... At the Beach Blue skies, palm trees, birds fly. A place where you'll never hear a sigh. Warm sand and waves so high, Splashing and swishing into the sky! Indeed, i am talking about the beach. Hanging out there are people poor and rich, Playing with a beach volleyball they cannot ditch! With a gentle breeze, I sat on my mat. And watched my cat chase my hat. Having fun in the sun? It has just begun...