Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Fine poetry

I wandered through a primary language class the other day.  The kids were writing poems to inanimate objects. 

I wrote this one today in the same format.  I think it's pretty good.

You make my noggin' thump.
It feels like a big lump.
My head is all foggy.
I feel groggy.
I've been hit by a truck.
Headache -- you suck.

I know, I know.  I'm an Edgar Allen Poe just waiting to be discovered. 
(In my defence, my head hurts.)

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