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.
The aliens have landed!
They look different and scary!
They don’t sound or look like me and
they think gays should marry!
I don’t like the aliens!
They just want our land!
We need to deport the aliens!
Make the Earth great again!
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.
You know that springy thing on the wall near the floor?
The little thing that sits behind the door?
Give that thing a flick, then sit and listen.
You’ll hear a motorcycle riding off into the distance.
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.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal…”
Come again some other day.
But if you don’t,
I don’t care,
Cause I have a boat!