Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Hey guyz. I created a poem meself and I wanted to share it wif you.
School's a chore,
but not a bore,
we have many friends,
but most of them tends,
to treat us like a piggy bank.
The teachers are snapping,
the children are talkin' ,
and the whole class is in chaos.
Then the holy bell rings,
and children start scattering,
And Damn Mother Alley8char. is stuck on the ceiling
To the cafeteria they go,
to fill their bowls.
Some have patties,
Some have Spaghetties,
and not to forget, the iced lemon tea.
Recess is over,
the children scowl and scoff.
The teachers have no chice but ask them to shoo off.
Playing,Playing, children are best,
when they are supposed to do their test.
They do a monkey dance and shake their pout,
and A Big egg arrives when the results are out!
Creative,eh? =]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]
-Black.Magic.Hearts

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