Kenning
Friday, December 8th, 2006people believe you find a pot off gold at the end of me
but thats not really true
I start at one place
and end at another
I can be lots of colours
and people think im beautiful
What am i?
written by Darcy
people believe you find a pot off gold at the end of me
but thats not really true
I start at one place
and end at another
I can be lots of colours
and people think im beautiful
What am i?
written by Darcy
I go around you,
I’m quite tall,
I’m gathered with friends,
I can sometimes be cold.
What am I?