ok, heres another poem, about me.
Identity Poem
My life, myself, my eternity, me
I shall wake up on weekends and what do I see?
Creamy milk and delicious pancakes
This is food that heals my aches
I wake up on weekdays and all that I eat
Is fresh fruit and yogurt, it's really quite neat
For you see, on weekdays, when what hurts is my feet
Fresh fruit and yogurt will never be beat
But always before I am awoken
My father arises with knowledge unspoken
He's a great dad and he keeps himself lean
And I'm very lucky that he isn't mean
But after my father is usually me
I'm happy that for food he charges no fee
After me is probably my mother
She is a nurse, kind to one another
Last to arise is always my sis
Her weekday bedhead you don't want to miss
If awoken early, she'll put up a fuss
And it's usually me at whom she'll cuss
There's still one I forgot to mention
And this is with no purposeful intention
Her name is Clover and she is a cat
She always catches moths, but never rats
If you're looking for Jordans, there's always me
But I still have much more family
Unfortunately my grandfather has passed away
So I'm left to talk about him today
My room is always full of stuff
But still I never have enough
I have a dresser, bookcase and bed
The bed from my mother who keeps me fed
I have a computer and a desk
Keeping it clean is quite a test
I could really use a broom
For that's what would really straighten up my room
this was a hw assignment 4 la. i ttink its ok; i got an A on it. blaugh
 NicelyNicely · Thu Oct 26, 2006 @ 09:40pm · 1 Comments |
