That will come soon enough But right now, I'm enjoying it Rain, I love the stuff. So keep that rain a coming down Let me feel it's soft, wet touch I don't know what is wrong with me But I love rain so much. 3. What type of poem is the poem below? ______________________________________________________ The leaves are changing orange, yellow, red and brown fall is coming soon. 4. What type of poem is the poem below? ______________________________________________________ There once was a lady named Sue Who had nothing whatever to do And who did it so badly I thought she would gladly Have stopped before she was through. 5. What type of poem is the poem below? ______________________________________________________ I run to reach home plate, With my bat, wind whistling through me. When I get up to bat, salty sweat Is running down my face and neck. The pitcher throws the ball. I can see it gliding through The air like a plane, but my bat is Ready, hands back, the ball almost here. I can tell it is a strike, so I throw my hands toward the ball Then Bam! The ball goes all the way To the fence, and I am running The bases, my face beet red. It is a triple to score in the last Run to win the ball game. The crowd goes crazy.
That will come soon enough But right now, I'm enjoying it Rain, I love the stuff. So keep that rain a coming down Let me feel it's soft, wet touch I don't know what is wrong with me But I love rain so much. 3. What type of poem is the poem below? ______________________________________________________ The leaves are changing orange, yellow, red and brown fall is coming soon. 4. What type of poem is the poem below? ______________________________________________________ There once was a lady named Sue Who had nothing whatever to do And who did it so badly I thought she would gladly Have stopped before she was through. 5. What type of poem is the poem below? ______________________________________________________ I run to reach home plate, With my bat, wind whistling through me. When I get up to bat, salty sweat Is running down my face and neck. The pitcher throws the ball. I can see it gliding through The air like a plane, but my bat is Ready, hands back, the ball almost here. I can tell it is a strike, so I throw my hands toward the ball Then Bam! The ball goes all the way To the fence, and I am running The bases, my face beet red. It is a triple to score in the last Run to win the ball game. The crowd goes crazy.
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