Bedtime Cat.
There’s a lump on my bed,
A bump on my bed,
A furry purry hump on my bed,
And my mother said,
“Put the cat out”
There’s a growl outside,
A yowl outside,
A cold lonely howl outside,
And my brother cried,
“Let the cat in!”
By: Joy Cowley.
Today room 1 had to rewrite the poem (Bedtime cat) for our writing.
The thing I found exiting.
was finding all the rhyming words.
The thing I found difficult.
was looking up and down at my writing book to see if I got everything in the right place.
What I might do next time.
Is put my book in front of my screen so I don't have to keep looking up and down.
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