Betty Banger lived for danger,
To all, she was not a stranger.
On the swings, she’d swing high,
Every dangerous, ride she’d try.
She kept going, never would quit,
She’d stand when suppose to sit.
Until she was jumping on the bed,
Fell off and really hurt her head.
Now she obeys every rule,
Because disobedience isn’t cool.
Please tell me what you think
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A good write. Good flow, rhyme and tone. Nice rhythm. Good alliteration and nice assonance. Much enjoyed.
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