My Really Bad Poem

I told Mom we had to write a B..A..D poem.

Why, she said.

Well…because Oz said so.

I banged out something on Mom’s puter and here it is–in all it’s badness.

I’m hot

(And I know you’re not.)

There is that sun

Shining down where I run.

Where is the water?

I continue to run.

My tongue hangs out

My nose seeks out…

Water.

I lap from the bowl

But know I need more.

I can sense

The river is near.

I look to my Mom

She says to go on

The river is near.

My tummy is wet

The river is cool.

I am NO FOOL.

And now I’m not hot!

That’s it, folks. What can I say???

 

19 thoughts on “My Really Bad Poem

  1. We’ve read worse, and it definitely represented how you were feeling. XO, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

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  2. That’s a really great bad poem, Sage – we might have to put our paws to this next time:)

    Woos – Phantom, Ciara, and Lightning

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