Monday, September 26, 2011

A Poem

Once upon a time,
I had tried to rhyme.
I was really bad,
So that made me really mad.
I worked all day and night,
Even when some ghosts gave me a fright.
I tried and tried,
Until my brain had fried.
Finally it was done.
I decided to take a nap in the sun.
When I woke up,
my paper was as fried as a burnt pup.