Monday, May 18, 2009

Preposition Poem

The army of ants marched up the wooden bench onto the picnic table,
once on top of the red and white box colored table cloth,
through Aunt Lucy’s homemade potato salad,
crossed over the hotdog buns,
between the condiments,
beside the Oscar Meyer winners,
to eat the yummy chocolate cake filled with swirls of strawberry filling,
topped with sweet dark chocolate frosting.

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