poetry final project

by : zack wood

Hair spiked, A crooked stance In the hot desert sun – Dust in his face, he limps towards The deep blue

There once was a man from Aruba,

Whose favorite hobby was scuba.

Every day he would wish,

He could spear a big fish.

But settled instead for canned tuna.

Hears to the holidays

Rituals are in action

Interested in my presents

Severe eagerness to open presents

Trees will be burned after Christmas

Merry Christmas to all

Every moment is cherished

News year’s eve is fun

Three people give me presents

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