I hate September
I get bothered about school
Going to buy all that stationary
I have to wear clothes made of wool
I hate wool
Makes me all itchy
Stupid wind, stupid cold
Leaves become too crunchy
I hate that sound
Reminds me of my brother eating
It breaks my concentration so much,
I leave the food overheating
Mum already talks about Christmas
Jesus, it's only September
Bla bla tree bla bla lights
Christmas is only in December
The neighbour hates it too
The old bloke rambles away
Raking at the leaves
Kids come by and leave it in disarray
He brandashes his rake like a weapon
I find it ever so amusing
The kids run, mocking
He always ends up losing
September blues
That's what I've called it
I hate that month
I must admit
Author notes
Heh I'm not really sure.. first time I used rhyme and no complicated vocab in a while
Enjoy!
A contest entry
- September by Tamera.
1200 points, ended September 5, 2007, 14 entries
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Comments
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I enjoyed the rhyme and the peek at the neighbor, poor man putting up with naughty children. But, running throught the fallen leaves would be a temptation. I enjoyed this poem very much.
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Wonderful
Very well done. A great poem. Best of luck in the contest.
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I will. Thanks for entering. I will comment fully at judging
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