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