A Church

For home-school, I wrote a poem.This is a aa bb... type of  poem I hope you all enjoy it.



There once was a church in Peru.
That was the smallest place I knew.
The church was located by a pasture.
People were listening to the pastor.
Around the church were purple flowers.
We weeded and weeded countless hours.
We look at something square.
It looked like a pear.
I saw a person had a hat.
He had a orange cat.
On every door was a lock.
In front of every door there was a block.
This fly would not go away I told it to shoo.
A person next to me said who.
I saw a cop and I told my Mom to stop the car.
I ran up to the cop and I said what are you doing he said I come to talk with god from afar.
In the pasture I heard a cow moo.
I Said moo who cow.
This is not the right hour to go to church.
There was a tree in front of our church it was a birch.