- Tent. Check.
- Sleeping bag. Check.
- Flashlight. Check.
- Notebook. Check.
- Pencil. Check.
- Thesaurus. Check.
Okie dokie I'm all packed and ready to go.
Snow's Poetry Logbook
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Oof I am already off to a shitty start. It's 5 minutes before midnight and I just remembered I needed to write a poem 10 minutes ago.
Pt. 1
Rope tied his arms to the wooden cross
Nails pinned down both his feet
But because he had straw in place of a brain
No plan of escape was conceived
He hung there through rain and shine
Remained there through wind and storm
Every day wishing for a brain
So he could be free from this field of corn
Then one day as he hung there
Scaring away the crows
A young girl approached him
Waved and said hello
He felt extremely relieved
When she offered to untie him
At last he'd be free of the field
He'd spent years of time in
The girl told him of her search
For a wizard in Emerald City
She said that perhaps if he came with
The man would help him out of pity
He knew the wizard that she spoke of
Was the infamous Wizard of Oz
And knew he wouldn't grant his wish for a brain
Nor help the girl with her cause
But despite knowing her quest was in vain
He decided to join her on her way
For his simple mind had formed a plan
To acquire his wish that dayShitty poem I know. -
Life won't let me be long enough to write poetry!
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(also I love how your first two sentences of poem 1 sounded like they were going to be a crucifixion poem, and then line three I'm like... where is this going!? and then it spins to wizard of oz -
I actually really liked your take on the scarecrow's story and hope life gives you more time to write poetry soon!)
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