another poem from 8th grade Options

[Mulder]

since i wasnt laughed at last time, and i still need to get my post count up, why not post more poems from my huge poetry project.

so this was...a pantoum.

When they kiss, she gets a fright,
But love is nothing scary.
Later she feels light,
And a little wary.

But love is nothing scary,
She knew that it would end,
And a little wary,
Her love for him will not bend.

She knew that it would end,
Love goes its own way.
Her love for him will not bend,
There is nothing that she can say.

Love goes its own way,
When they kiss, she gets a fright.
There is nothing that she can say,
Later she feels light.


my limerick:
The Sweet Aroma of Love

The lovers sat down for tea
The cutest couple there could be
The girl started smelling
The man began yelling
“Put deodorant on for me!”


thats it. the rest are pretty bad, so im not gonna show them.


comment. or not. either way, my post count goes up one.