The Car
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Dad packs the car before the trip,
O.M.G, My make up bag!! I start to flip,
Oh common’ girl get real! he complained,
Im not going anywhere untill it is contained,
I run inside and up the steps,
down the hall and into the depths,
of my bright and pink,
joy our room stink.
I look under the bed,
where could it be? i think quietly in my head,
Oh yes! i remember now i shout,
and jump over the sofa with no doubt,
through the cupboard,
follow the radio corn,
under the counter,
through all the clothes, oh what a mounter!
Daddy Daddy I ran back to the car,
but wait, the car is now a far,
O great I scream,
now i ‘ve left my vital face cream!
By Chloe
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