Thus, my mom bought me my own poem book. And I loved it:
I think then, I thought white cats were the fanciest cats in the land. Because they are. Look at that creature sitting majestically on its wicker throne.
I took my poem-writing and book very seriously. VERY. SERIOUSLY. And so should you:
|"Jennifers poem book! Touch this and die."|
I wrote in it a lot. Some were about the seasons or holidays, some about my family. They weren't all masterpieces but some weren't half bad.
As the school year comes to a close and summertime approaches I thought these two were appropriate and basically express the same sentiment I continue to carry to this day on the subject(s):
"School is such a pain,Especially when it's a day of rain.
When school starts I cry and cry,When school lets out I want to fly/Math is especially a bore,Integers, changing decimals to a fraction, and more.
[I think that's a brag]Homework is probably what I hate the most,So I don't do it, and eat some toast.It is now May 30 and I'm proud to say,It's summertime, it's time to play!"
Look at that. Something like twenty-six years ago to the day I wrote that poem and sure enough, I feel the same way now. As does Julian. Kid does not love school.
As a bonus I found one of the poems I'm most proud of it. It's so good I awarded myself the Newberry Award Medal which, I don't know if you know, is pretty prestigious. I made it huge for you so you're sure to catch everything.
I have a stinky sister,
She bawls and whines all day.
She thinks she has hard hard work
And she cries when she can't play.
I have to share a room with her,
(thank goodness not a bed)
She always bawls and bawls when someone
taps her on the head.
At night time when it's time for bed,
She snores so loudly! and I almost lose my head.
There is a lot more to tell about,
But I fear it'll take up the page,
So there's most of it about my sister,(She's in a stinky stage).
Wow. Just soak that in for a minute.