A Lady named
Peggy
This poem is written for my tutor, Peggy.
There is a lady named Peggy
who likes to pick flowers
to give to everyone.
After she is done
she will bake cookies
and have tea with
someone.
There goes Peggy,
picking flowers again. What is
she doing with them now?
Oh, look, she gave them to a friend.
Now she is picking more flowers.
Oh, look, she is putting them
into a basket to give to some
elderly lady.
There she goes again,
baking cookies to put in
another basket to give
to another friend.