The Yak
By: Sarajane Clark
I rode on a yak.
The Yak was black.
Oh how big that black yak was.
I jumped on that yak and road on it's big back.
I fell off that yak's back.
But don't worry I got right on up and jumped again onto that yak's back.
I road that yak until I could not sit one more minute on that yak's back.
(You see big black yak backs are very uncomfortable.)
That big black yak.
Oh, how much fun I had on that yak's back!
A poem for you about a yak. I really did fall off too! But it wasn't my fault and I didn't get hurt so indeed it was all fun and games!
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