Quatrains

Baseball I hit the white ball Then my dirty hat fell off After that I took a big fall It was so dusty I had to open my little mouth and silently cough Flowers The red flowers are rapidly blooming I am assuming There a blue ones by the shiny, black mall They are very tall Leaves The red and yellow leaves are falling Out comes the wooden, brown rake After I quickly wake I better run out there because my parents are loudly calling