21. My Freaking Alarm
As I lay cozy, all snug in my bed,
I enjoy the imagination inside my head
Until I hear racket beside my bed.
It's my 5:00 alarm!
As I lay cozy, all snug in my bed,
I enjoy the imagination inside my head
Until I hear racket beside my bed.
It's my 5:00 alarm!
The poem is absolutely cool. Man it has happened to me not more than a hundred times.
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My horse is there in front of me
Clip-cloppin' down the road.
He stops and flips his tail straight up
And drops another load.
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They said I was an "old fart"
But I hardly think that's true
My boobs were done in '75
But my teeth and knees are new.
Taking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted his tail
And we heard a roaring dragon!
To me this is the best poem I have read in a long time, so I am sending it to myself.
I've got my driving test today,
Am I worried? O sure, I would say,
And I know that I really look a fright,
I have not slept a wink all night,
I remember it well! You have captured it all beautifully. Very best wishes, Ann.
Spring has sprung, the time has come, for the greening of the trees
A time of change, renewal and growth for my allergies
Like everything else in this great world, Spring has its pluses and minuses
But its features are quite singular when it comes to my poor sinuses
They looked good, at first, together,
tight laced and polished smart,
but wear and tear destroyed them:
A tale to break your heart!
Loved this poem. Very smart and funny too. Well done!
I was heading south to the city's biggest shopping center
To get a steak and other things that I could eat for dinner.
Then I noticed, luckily, I was nearly out of gas.
So, I headed for the Stall-Mart store out near the overpass.
Yeah, it did. It's called a cliff hanger, so all in all they did have a proper ending. *shrug
Now see the beautiful sunset ore the ocean blue
Fiery colors do abound, of poems there are a few
I wish that I could write one, about that perfect hue
But nothing rhymes with orange
This orange poem has tickled my fancy. Let me give it a go...
Porridge is a dreary word that always rhymes with orange.
While strawberries and blueberries may make a soothing pair....
There once was a girl named Sue.
She came down with the case of the flu.
She let out a sigh,
"My temperature is high,
So now he has had his eyes done,
and at last he can see,
but I was a bit worried,
this poem is great, I would say..
I loved it a lot, we need a poem for our project and I chose this one..thanks a lot..it's funny