My Fluffy Ball When I got home from school one day, A fluffy ball was waiting for me to play. Black, white and brown, All in stripes he hobbled around. Up and down, round and round, Turning our house upside down. Off he goes to make a mess, Despite his size he is no less. But when I feel trouble is near, Scotty comes and wipes out my fears. Oh, what joy a pet can bring, I can’t live without this tiny thing. On the floor he is quite slick, Off he goes and does a trick. This my pet, so very naughty, Let me make it clear, his name is Scotty. Ariav Rana 7B Full Poem:
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