I don’t want to go.
There’s nothing to do
then there’s no one to talk to
nothing to do
there’s nothing to play with
I’ll stay in the car
I don’t want to go in
Please!!!
OK
I’ll have some cake
Hey, this is great cake
I can extend to some really good stamps
Is this eyeballs Eyewear Story Bridge
If I had a phone,
I’d be with it alone.
At my desk,
until someone came as a pesk.
To take my phone away from me,
Then I would be…
VERY ANGRY!!!!!!!
To see them with ME!!!
Juliet is waiting
for her oh so beloved Romeo,
Saying his name out loud,
Romeo Romeo,
wherefore art thou Romeo?
Their love for each other was like no other,
Their families fought
and then stopped
after the incident of their children’s death,
all because of their family’s hatred for each other.
I am waiting for a yellow bus
Between green grass and the
Stony road. It is early morning.
The fog is as thick as smoke.
There is no bus stop.
You just wait between the
Grass and road.
Waiting like this, the bus
Arrives. It is as yellow as
A banana peel. I get on
The bus. It has steps made
Of iron. I go to the back of
The bus and take a seat
That is as soft as a year old puppy.
The conductor comes near me
So that I can purchase my
Ticket. I buy it and
The bus starts. I hope
I reach home soon.
I wake up early in the morning.
While yawning, I get surprised.
The first sight I see is that
Of a pigeon trapped in the blue
Net I had used to make sure
That birds don’t enter my house.
He is crushed between the wall
And the net, since he is
Trapped where the net starts.
He is probably dead because
Of being crushed by the net.
The net is as thick as a rope.
I don’t know how to save the bird.
So I call security. He will know
How to save the bird.
Security doesn’t turn up,
But an hour later, I see the net.
There is no bird. Did the soul
Take the body to heaven?
No, not possible.
The pigeon would have
Escaped. After all, he was trapped
Near the edge of the net.
Once upon a midnight dreary
Were the colonists weak and weary
As they had been for many years before
They paid more prices
And made sacrifices
To make up the cost of the war
So while the Brits were gently napping
The colonists came slowly tapping
Onto the boat’s wood floor
Sneaking down below the deck
They went to wreck
Anything else that was in store
Then in the boat, they overthrew
some of the cargo into the blue
And then they threw some more
Soon when the soldiers awoke
They saw that they were broke
They’d lost all of their tea packs
So the Parliament all agreed
To go ahead and make a decree
Which were called by colonists, the Intolerable Acts
These acts helped to empower the King
And soon he had outlawed town meetings
and they didn’t repeal the tax
So the colonists declared freedom
Because they didn’t need them
Their tolerance rose to the max
So started the Revolutionary war
With so much in store
And the rest, is well, just the facts
six hexagons, carved we—
on the crystal ball of our world
for each month we spent together
I stepped down from my roller coaster,
and told you—
that I’d left my footprints on the sky
you looked.
six hexagons, carved we—
on the crystal ball of our world
for each month we spent together
I told you, one night—
that the sky had lost a constellation
you looked.
six hexagons, carved we—
on the crystal ball of our world
for each month we spent together—
I claimed, one afternoon
that I could weigh the evening
you smiled and
got me the weighing machine
you looked.
six hexagons, carved we—
on the crystal ball of our world
for each month we spent together—
pausing before the road not taken
I asked you to check
for sticks and stones
yet, you colored a bit of breeze
with the bitter hues of sour grapes
merely mentioning the ointment
just in case my feet bled
six hexagons, carved we—
on the crystal ball of our world
for each month we spent together
your intrigue, when I ask Santa
for a seven sided hexagon.