Naughty Nina's Cooked Pumpkin Poem
I like cooked pumpkin
Can't think why.
You would like it, too,
If only you would try.
I don't mean to eat it, silly
I mean to throw it 'round.
And what a lovely mess
When "splat" -- it hits the ground.
Mummy doesn't like the colour
Or the noise it makes
But I'm going to persuade her
No matter what it takes.
I throw it at the wall,
And some lands on a chair,
And you will have a problem
If you sit down there. Ha! Ha! Ha!
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