The cotton-white; soft
It ran its' demise
For it fell from a loft
Once when the ball only hammered
Tis Hammered the roof away;
He thought he was quite pampered;
Eager he grew; but foolish awhile
For, upon losing his balance
He fell to a stick pile
Onward to The hospital; he rode and rode
The doctor cotton saw him and said,-
"Keep your eyes closed"
Tis on his way home he ran out of luck
For upon hitting a marching ban;
His car just simply blew up!
Higher; higher; tis in the sky;
The cotton released a shout;and hitting the ground;
He Died!
-Buckie Noble
Thoughtful posts from the great minds in Mrs. Dupuy's English I Honors classes.
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ReplyDeleteYeah I really don't like the cold so I didn't mean to break that piece of ice there. My bad.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't there when she said not to do anything.
It's a funny poem though Bucky.