Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Mr. Betts' poem

Diving, dipping, swimming fast,
Flipping, jumping, never last.
Breathing air, but ocean bound,
Never walking in the ground.
Catching fish by hunting far,
Trapped in Seaworld as a star.


What am I?





















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