My mother anngry because of my delay,
telling me that I can't play.
Angry or not I get a smile,
cooking me while my dog cries.
I go out with my dog,
but she is playing with a frog.
When she see me she came to me,
and with a kiss she recive me.
When I finish playing the snack is ready,
and I go inside to eat.
Very good work Franco! Your poem offers a vision of what happens both indoors and outdoors. This was a very good idea.
ResponderEliminarThere are a few language mistakes to correct: first of all you should decide if you want your poem to be narrated in the past or the present.
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