It's a disguisting day here (weather wise), so I thought I would write a poem to cheer myself up. Here goes:
Oh the weather is awful, awful
So I sit inside my home
Writing poems to all my family
From Buffalo to Rome
Oh the weather is awful, awful
So I'll sit right in this chair
And I will keep on writing
Until the weather's fair
Oh the weather is awful, awful
But I keep typing away
The weather is not nice enough
To go outside today!
Well that didn't help cheer me up at all. Too bad. Catch you guys later.
Joe
4 comments:
Your poetic skills seem to have been strongly influenced by Jack Prelutsky. You really are a great talent- thanks for sharing.
XOXO
~Joce
Also- nice chicken.
Can't understand why dad has two blogspots! But anyways, someday I look forward to my own personal poem from our future Hemingway! love mom
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If that is a great poem
I'll eat my shoe
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