Rumble's Poems

Day 3

Rumble hopped up and down excitedly as he ripped off a new sheet of paper from his notebook. Miss Cherilee had already reviewed his current poems and exclaimed they were excellent for a primary colt. She had praised him and called him her ‘little poetic colt’.

He certainly had an idea this time.

“Watch where you’re going, doofus!” Diamond Tiara snarled at Rumble. Rumble shrugged the conflict off and continued walking straight ahead. A small bump didn’t really hurt anyone.

Diamond snickered from behind his rear and took out a pen. She shook the pen up and down and unscrewed the ink blocker.

Squirt.

Rumble didn’t have to be a genius to figure that out. He quickly grabbed his pencil and began writing the Day 3 poem.

A little filly came by me,

And asked with a uncertain glee,

If I would like to watch where I stepped,

I wish I could have went and prepped.

Rumble had learnt that word from his brother. Thunderlane had always taught Rumble new words to learn.

Well, good day.