bells are ringing
all the boys
are singing
are singingall the girls are dancing
i am missing my grandmother very much
i cant wait to see her
cause shes my favourite
she has the same name as mine
now lets spell her name M-E-E-N-A-K-S-H-I
NOW LET SING IT AGAIN
HIP HORRAY HIPHIPHORRAY.
(A poem written by my nine year old grand daughter. It is her maiden poem. Comments are welcome.The little girl would feel happy to read them.)
