Here is my third poem.                                                                              6/27/15

Window Washers

Window washers today they clean and sing above the spring.

As window washers do. 

But window washers aren't the same as they were yesterday.

Then one shouts, " Whatch out!" 

As one picks up screws.

Window washers wash the windows 

and say, " How do you do? "

Tommorow window washers come

the next week they come to.

As window washers wash the windows 

As window washers do.



By: Caroline Lim