Thursday, October 21, 2010

Halloween poem

Every year, I fall off my bed.
It's a short fall, yet it hurts my head.

The reason I fall? I was scared.
Right before that, I had a nightmare.

Guys with swords! My dog can fly?!
Now, in my bed, I no longer lie.

Stuff like this could only mean
that soon it will be Halloween.

1 comment:

  1. Greatly written poem Clinton. It was very funny how you said can my dog fly. The only thing is that you did not follow the poem format. It is still a good poem though.

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