Sun...a poem

Sun
by Jess

Sun, sun, how bright can you be?
Moon, moon, how white can you be?

Ice cream, ice cream, how sweet can you be?
Sandwich, sandwich you are made out of wheat.

Candy, candy, you are a good treat.
Furnace, furnace, you are full of heat.

how's that for totally random things that kind of rhyme, and the irony...Jess is allergic to wheat! ~ mom