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.
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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