I was nice and comfortable, sitting on my bed.
I was eating an apple, wishing I had grapes instead.
While I was looking out the window,thinking about moving,
My thoughts became awfully consuming.
So I walked out side to pick a daisy.
When suddenly I felt a little lazy.
Things were getting rough, so I decided to take a nap.
I dreamed of a zebra, with a hump on his back.
His color was violet, and he carried a sack.
He was playing the xylophone, and sounded quite humble.
Until I realized he was starting to stumble.
He tripped over a pebble, and fell flat on his but
but he decided he wasn't going to give up.
He played beautiful jazz He could really carry a note.
his singing was rusty, but not as bad as his friend goat.
When they got done playing I invited them in for tea
I made two new friends I wish you could meet.
A contest entry
- Word Bank for Your Enjoyment by Judith Chandler.
600 points, ended September 4, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Playful, stream of consciousness stuff. One typo - "but" should be "butt"
Thank you for entering this fun piece. -
Reminds me of the Beatles
interesting
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That's a nice poem! i like it.. i think it might be a message to never give up and you shouldn't ever give up anyway! keep writng
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very fun and cute! good luck!
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