Friday, May 1, 2009

2 Poems

"To my kitchen, with love:"


How is it everyday I find,
That, my kitchen becomes a shrine,
To dirt, and grease, and gunk, and grime.
To me, my shrine is not sublime.


And a poem I wrote in 8th Grade, and also entirely historically inaccurate:


"George Washington"

George Washington.
Leader of the Revolutionary War.
Fought for our rights, even though poor.*
Fought through grim and frightening battles.
On the ocean, with a paddle.**
Lead on, Lead on. For our rights.
Lead on, Lead on. For our future is bright.


*Upon further study, it was revealed George Washington was NOT poor.

**Refers to the famous painting of Washington on the Delaware. And yes, paddles are very frightening. The turncoats and Brits were surely intimidated.

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