Sometimes a poem doesn’t rhyme.
Do not fret, all will be fine.
Just keep writing, add another line.
Don’t give up, it just takes… effort.
Last night I saw a shooting star.
It looked like it was very far,
Until it landed in my yard.
Now I have a star.
Sometimes I like listening to the sound of a fire.
Sometimes you can hear the wood pop.
Sometimes you can hear the wood sizzle.
Sometimes you can hear someone scream,
“THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!”.
It’s so relaxing.
Come again some other day.
But if you don’t,
I don’t care,
Cause I have a boat!