Chloe recites a undesirable poem that she manufactured that lacks originality. But guess what? However she does not yet have a poetic license, she by now has her allow–and poetic permit is an alliteration. Poor poetry?/ Oh noetry! Anyhow, right here is the poem: Hey Diddle Diddle I received myself a cat and a fiddle Why never you and me jump through the moon? All the king’s horses and all the king’s males ought to be arriving soon. I saw that small Bo-Peep listen to the bleating-bleat-bleating of that little black sheep with all people bails of wool. And as she counted them sleeping, She needn’t know small boy blue slumbered by her sole. Meanwhile, the previous lady residing in a shoe yelled in agony And whipped to bed the two. Then she noticed that the mice went foolishly up the clock Just to boueux her the moment a lot more. She slapped them with her boot-of-a-property– hickory dickory dock. The 3 mice went blind They could not say “What a good boy am I!” Mother Goose then shouted “What a find!” She pursued to swallow them entire. It was no crime– she was the queen of them all. It might not be amusing, Diddle Diddle, but which is a real nursery rhyme.