Wednesday, 22 February 2012

COME ON YOUR ALMOST TO THE END
SO TRY NOT TO BEND
COME ON YOU ARE ALMOST THERE
THE TEACHER SAY’S WELL I DONT CARE
I NEED TO BREATH I FEEL LIKE A FLOATING
ICE CUBE WELL I REALLY NEED TO GET UP BUT IM TRYING NOT TO
SO I ALMOST THERE BUT SOMETHING STOPS I CANT FINISH OFF SO
 I STAND UP. THEY STARE AT ME I FEEL LIKE A BEE READY TO EAT.
NEVER MIND NEXT TIME.

3 comments:

  1. Not sure who wrote this poem, but it has some really good ideas in it. A couple of things to work on for next time.
    Mr King.

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    1. oh Its mine sandy mary's i forgot to put my name on the title yeah i need more work on it aye Mr King

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