Hopefully you never ever become bored to read my blog about Pooh.
On this post, I will give you a surprise,perhaps. Do you know why? because I will share to you my own greatest poem. Are you curious guys???!!
Please enjoy reading my own poem.
Here you are :-)
MY HONEY
by: Theresia Bella Ira S
I looked into my honey pot, only the other day,
and I looked above, to say my worry,
That was empty, as I feared !
so now I ran out of honey, I think I'll visit rabbit!
but rabbit wasn't there, I tried to think, who is next?
but when thinking I found, It's such a pain,
born to be Pooh who had little brain!
Walla, that is it my own poem. Surely, it was created by me. My poem might have weakness but I felt so satisfied in writing it. I do hope you like it,too.
Fine, this is my post on this week. I can't wait writing for the next post. See ya... =p






