My poem

This is my poem (the scooter) We had to make a poem. That was something that was a part of me. I chose my scooter

The scooter  by me (Bree)

I have always been a Lucky child

When I  was nine

my parents gave me a blue scooter.

I couldn't believe that

It was mine `

bright blue it was

yes it was.

It was an M.G.P.

I rode it to school

almost every day to school and back.

It would ride smoothly

It would be my pride and joy.

I have always taken care of it.  

I try not to get it dented

or scratched  

I love my scooter

and sometime it loves me

Every so often I fall off

but I don’t blame the scooter

it is not his fault.

I can never wait until

I can ride it to

school  tomorrow.