When it is time  to rhyme, I look around the room. 

 On the wall I see a picture of a girl with a brown tipped broom.

 I take a pad of paper,

 I take a pencil too.

 The pencil sweeps across the paper

 like a magic wand creating words.

 I write about what the broom looks like,

 and what the broom will do.

 I close my eyes and imagine

 and I’m sure that you can too.