My life is very sad.
Because I got a bad critique from Brad (it rhymes even!)
And apparently my poem was very bad
because he told me to throw it away and not start over.
And I couldn't find a word to rhyme with over except for clover
So I wrote this emo poem about leaves.
And talked about how a spider weaves
in and out of its hole.
(that was a bad line. ><)
which is tasty like a sugar bowl
and the sugar bowl is sharp sometimes.
like this poem full of rhymes
and with those edges and rhymes.
And seaweed with brines
I cut myself up, into many lines.
Which has to do with geometry.
or if you think hard, menogemy (might be spelled wrong)
But anyway, Brad totally owned me
So I'm writing him a revenge poem to prove I don't suck as badly as he told me I did and that really I'm amazing because I said so.
Because I'm awesome.
And this poem is amazing.
and I think I'm the most bestest writer ever. END?
YES.
