Of Slithering Snakes And Silver Socks

• Mackenzie Mills, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2016

I would never eat a soup of slithering snakes.
I would never wear slippery silver socks.
I would never buy a silly sleepy scarecrow.
I would never surf with spiky scary seals.
I would never go in a smooth sailing submarine.
I would always like to think about strong salami soaked in cinnamon.
And I promise you I will never stop soldiers slurping down syrup.