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???