Do you know what a poem is?
I know it's kind of like this
All full of rymes but why?
They tell the truth and never lie
Poems are beutiful and pretty so
You can never know
What they'll say
Night and day
They are written
About kittens
And puppies, people and malls
About playing and jumping and colorful balls
Anything you can imagine
To the top of your imagination
Poems grow so far and wide
They grow from tide to tide
From every coast
They grow and roast
Into delicious peices of writing
And this is mine.
