13 June 2012
I just found this poem on my computer for a writing thing I did in English last year. (Sixth grade) haha ------------- My meatloaf is monstrous, The gravy is gooey. My supper is sticky, And the peas smell pooey.
I stick up my nose, To the sight of my death. But I cut up a slice, And hold my breath.
My plan starts to fail, As I choke down my meat. But I gulp down some water, And hold onto my seat.
This meat I must say, Is the worst that I've had. It clicks and it clanks, When I chew, it's just sad.
I pick up my spoon, And scoop up some peas. They fly down my throat, Like an angry swarm of bees.
My eyes start to water, And I start to sneeze. ACHOO, ACHOO, ACHOO! And I feel a sudden breeze.
"Dad, I think I'm allergic, To meatloaf and peas." "You don't have to eat that. Have whatever you please."
Meatloaf And Peas • Opuss № I