The Poor Poem by James Aitchison

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I wanted to write a poem about Sunday,

simply because it rhymed with Monday.

But then it was Tuesday,

I struggled all day,

and all Wednesday I waited 

with breath abated, 

and decided that Thursday

would be my verse day!

But no words came to mind,

I got really behind,

now it’s Sunday again

and I’ve lost my pen…

Teacher’s note: “To wait with bated breath” is a very common phrase.  Bated is short for “abated”.  It is never spelled “abaited”, because bait refers to hunting and trapping.

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