My Button
There is a button on my jacket
named Herald Wilkenshire III
I consider him a close friend of mine
on account he follows me everywhere I go
But recently I've been noticing something strange
I think Herald's mad at me
named Herald Wilkenshire III
I consider him a close friend of mine
on account he follows me everywhere I go
But recently I've been noticing something strange
I think Herald's mad at me
I don't think he wants to be friends anymore
because he's been loosening up
and now he's only holding on by one little string
one teeny tiny string separating him and the ground
I tried to tell him not to go
I told him I'm sorry for whatever I did
but he won't talk to me
I fear he may fall any day now
and when he does
I'll miss him dearly
I hope he writes me letters from wherever he goes
I bet you two quarters he's headed to Canada
that's where my dad told me people go when they run away
But I'm pretty sure I'll get a letter eventually
on account we were close friends and all
Maybe I'll visit him
in Canada, I mean.
My "poems" which are usually more like children's stories passed off as poetry, are definitely so much more cutesy than the really deep, and often abstract, poems that are read in class. I'm up for my first workshop this week. I hope people don't tear it up!
because he's been loosening up
and now he's only holding on by one little string
one teeny tiny string separating him and the ground
I tried to tell him not to go
I told him I'm sorry for whatever I did
but he won't talk to me
I fear he may fall any day now
and when he does
I'll miss him dearly
I hope he writes me letters from wherever he goes
I bet you two quarters he's headed to Canada
that's where my dad told me people go when they run away
But I'm pretty sure I'll get a letter eventually
on account we were close friends and all
Maybe I'll visit him
in Canada, I mean.
My "poems" which are usually more like children's stories passed off as poetry, are definitely so much more cutesy than the really deep, and often abstract, poems that are read in class. I'm up for my first workshop this week. I hope people don't tear it up!
10 comments:
That was really cute! It reminded me of Shel Silverstein! He writes really cute poems like yours!
Awww, I loved it! It's insanely cute.
Missy May: We did a Shel Silverstein play in 4th grade!
Love, Malou.
By the way: I left an award for you on my blog!
Ha! I was just about to compare it to Shel Silverstein, and then I saw someone already had.
Wonderful!
Wow, Laura, what nice compliments. We have such nice followers.
Laura, you should look up Shel Silverstein. Sounds like your kind of poet.
Bah. I already know Shel Silverstein. Yeah, I like his work.
Tara doesn't know Shel Silverstein 'cause she doesn't have kids yet.
That was perfectly charming.
Oooookay...??
lol... i like how the one english word made it 10x more awkward.
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