Poem


Why There is Gum Under the Dinner Table


My Mom and Dad

Always said
That I have to throw my gum away


Instead of leaving it to rot, or stick around


I must not leave it on the ground


But I refused to do this, so I did


My Dad came looking for me, so I hid


So I found the gum, yes I did


My Dad said of the gum I had to become rid


So under the table the gum was hid