The Blue Plate That Cracked
Karen, I am so honoured that you feel that way about my poetry. Yes, it is a talent I've kept hidden for years. However, I already have a poem printed in the school yearbook. It's about sand, it sucks, and yes, I am embarassed by it, haha!!
I am in the mood for some more poetry now. And because of your praise Karen, I shall write it in full view of all blog readers (i.e. you and Kathleen) instead of hiding it in the comments. I can feel the creative juices flowing, get ready to be wowed:
The frog is green
Like Kermit
And like Kermit as well,
It questions being green
The frog has an identity crisis
And is lost and confused
But then the frog discovers clothing and makeup
And realizes that if one day it feels blue instead of green, it can dress in blue instead!
That was a little bit of free verse there for ya. However, I find I prefer the rhyming stuff:
There was a lark
It had a mark
The mark was dark
The dark mark on the lark was from a fight
Let's ignore the fact that fight does not rhyme in that poem.
There once was a girl called Jane
And Jane was very vain
One day Vain Jane went to the mall
At the mall she took a fall
Jane became seriously disfigured, however, her newfound appearence made her realize how bad it was to be vain, and she corrected her ways and forever since then went about knitting sweaters for the ducks that shivered
I dunno... not as thirlling as my previous works. I feel as though my talent is gone. I am washed up. A has been. I shall go sulk in my dark closet now.
*Sulks*
Okay, I'm back, and the poerty is now far behind me and has been replaced. With what, you may ask? I don't really know, I'll get back to ya on that.
Karen, shleppy clothes are amazing and should be worn everywhere. There have been many instances where I too have worn my saggy bottom pants in public. Paired with my stained sweater, I give off the perfect impression of a penniless student. It's the look I was going for anyway, haha!
My mom and sister always make fun of my shleppy clothes and my sister makes snide remarks like "You look like you're wearing a diaper".
The discussion (one-sided as it may be) reminds me of the time during the step class I took when I was wearing my saggy butt pants. Now, usually I wore my tight fitting super gross looking sweatpants, but they were in the wash. (On another tangent, when I first had to start changing clothes for gym, my mom brought home a pair of spandex capri things and thought I should wear them. They were burned along with the velvet pantsuit she found somewhere else.) Anyway, so, I was wearing the saggy pants and as we were doing our thing, stepping and stuff, since it was a step class, the instructor came up to me and said that I should roll up my pants or I might trip on them. I was convinced that my mother had talked with her somehow even thought she had no idea what this lady looked like. I ended up rolling them up but that makes them wedgie like and that is never a good thing.
Okay, my arm is hurting so I am going to cease typing. Ciao for now.
~Anne~
P.S: In my last post, that was supposed to be a really dark purple and it ended up looking black. Ugh.
I am in the mood for some more poetry now. And because of your praise Karen, I shall write it in full view of all blog readers (i.e. you and Kathleen) instead of hiding it in the comments. I can feel the creative juices flowing, get ready to be wowed:
The frog is green
Like Kermit
And like Kermit as well,
It questions being green
The frog has an identity crisis
And is lost and confused
But then the frog discovers clothing and makeup
And realizes that if one day it feels blue instead of green, it can dress in blue instead!
That was a little bit of free verse there for ya. However, I find I prefer the rhyming stuff:
There was a lark
It had a mark
The mark was dark
The dark mark on the lark was from a fight
Let's ignore the fact that fight does not rhyme in that poem.
There once was a girl called Jane
And Jane was very vain
One day Vain Jane went to the mall
At the mall she took a fall
Jane became seriously disfigured, however, her newfound appearence made her realize how bad it was to be vain, and she corrected her ways and forever since then went about knitting sweaters for the ducks that shivered
I dunno... not as thirlling as my previous works. I feel as though my talent is gone. I am washed up. A has been. I shall go sulk in my dark closet now.
*Sulks*
Okay, I'm back, and the poerty is now far behind me and has been replaced. With what, you may ask? I don't really know, I'll get back to ya on that.
Karen, shleppy clothes are amazing and should be worn everywhere. There have been many instances where I too have worn my saggy bottom pants in public. Paired with my stained sweater, I give off the perfect impression of a penniless student. It's the look I was going for anyway, haha!
My mom and sister always make fun of my shleppy clothes and my sister makes snide remarks like "You look like you're wearing a diaper".
The discussion (one-sided as it may be) reminds me of the time during the step class I took when I was wearing my saggy butt pants. Now, usually I wore my tight fitting super gross looking sweatpants, but they were in the wash. (On another tangent, when I first had to start changing clothes for gym, my mom brought home a pair of spandex capri things and thought I should wear them. They were burned along with the velvet pantsuit she found somewhere else.) Anyway, so, I was wearing the saggy pants and as we were doing our thing, stepping and stuff, since it was a step class, the instructor came up to me and said that I should roll up my pants or I might trip on them. I was convinced that my mother had talked with her somehow even thought she had no idea what this lady looked like. I ended up rolling them up but that makes them wedgie like and that is never a good thing.
Okay, my arm is hurting so I am going to cease typing. Ciao for now.
~Anne~
P.S: In my last post, that was supposed to be a really dark purple and it ended up looking black. Ugh.
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