After giving quite a few people a headache with my last blog, i thought I'd write a short one. So here it is, my first poem...
My Family
My father is an engineer but he cant make an engine
My mother is a teacher but she cant spell penguin
My sister is fourteen but she cries like a kid
I think I'm the only one who acts truly big!
I was 7 when I wrote this....
4 comments:
my! my! this actualy makes sense. its a pity u wer 7 when u wrote this. i mean u definitely wont make sense now. but u kno what its good not to make sense sumtimes... but hey u dont hv to exploit that right!
"I was seven when I wrote this".
Have to show-off don't you.
Can I do anything without you finding fault with it?? Initially, it was to clarify that the poem is kiddish because I was a kid when I wrote it....But now that you've said it, whats the use of being called "The Stuck Up Writer" without living up to at least half of it???
Oh by the way, I'm sticking out my tongue at you right now, but sadly you cant see it...
such a cuutteee poem ya..obviously u thot of it as a big achievement wen u penned it down when u were seven..hai na..
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