I found a draft poem written by my 8 years old daughter. I feel it's interesting althrough some of the sentences are meaningless and some of the words don't even exist. But at least she has a good feeling of rhyme.
I told her -- good job!
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Fishy Dishy
Fishy dishy where’s my plate?
Fishy dishy I have to go on a date!
Ducky trucky where’s my buck?
Ducky trucky I need to hit a puck!
Catty batty where’s my hat?
Catty batty I have to buy a mat!
City bitty she’s gonna hit
City bitty I got bit!
Doggie boogie I gonna jog
Doggie boogie I am going wrong!
Piggy wigie the pig is wearing a wig
Piggy wigie I feel like a fig!.