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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Learning Poetry

Another poem I did for our poetry lesson...

Learning poetry grinds me down,
It pulls my face into a frown,
'Part of an object that stands for a whole,' -
I'm clinging to my self-control.

'All hands on deck,' the captain cries,
But with the test my memory dies,
The answer is out of my mental grasp,
It flops like a fish and breathes it's last.

'Three out of ten,' the words ring cold,
And like a vice on me take hold,
But I scrunch up the score with great disdain,
And pick up my pencil to try again.


Blogger Theresa said...

yeah great poetry, but I'm still waiting for the next part of the "Yellow paper" story.
hehe! keep up ya piano aye.

10:23 am  
Blogger Lydie said...

Maybe it should just be one of those unfinished stories. uhhh... no, I guess I should finish it.

3:52 pm  

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