Poetry Isn't for Me

Poetry Isn’t for Me

I don’t like poetry;

It’s a waste of time.

I have better things to do

Than sit here and rhyme.

I don’t like poetry;

It’s not really my thing.

I’d rather be out shopping,

For a pretty diamond ring.

I don’t like poetry;

I’m seriously not joking.

If I do more poetry,

I will be choking.

I don’t like poetry;

Others might.

If you ask me,

It kind of bites.

I can’t wait for it to be over;

I’m not even going to pretend.

I can’t take it anymore!

Finally! I’ve reached the end!

If I Owned a Zoo

If I owned a zoo,

I would get frogs.

They would be tamed;

Unlike wild hogs.

I would buy a zebra,

But it wouldn’t be in a cage.

I would teach it to do tricks,

And perform them on stage.

I wouldn’t forget about the lions;

They are a must!

If I didn’t have them,

My zoo would be a bust!

I would get a bear.

He would be black.

He would be friendly,

And never attack!

A giraffe would be perfect!

He would need trees.

If someone plants them,

This will be a breeze.

If I owned a zoo,

I would get a moose.

But what would I name him?

I would definitely call him Bruce.

I could even get penguins;

They just waddle around.

They could do a show;

Maybe with a clown!

I would need a camel.

It would give people rides.

I would get a bar,

So nobody falls off the sides.

Last but not least;

I want a monkey.

It would eat a lot-

Probably be quite chunky.

If I owned a zoo,

I would need it all.

Who am I kidding?!

I would rather have a mall!

Winter is Coming

I reach out my hand,

There lies a snowflake.

It was so fragile and calm

In the cold winter air.

I don’t brush it away.

I just stare at it in silence.

It sends chills up my spine,

As the winter wind blows it away.

No way to find it.

No way to remember it.

Just a symbol,

That winter is coming.

It’s now lost with the others.

In the small pile of snow.

There lies a blanket.

A thick sheet of white.