Young Writers Society

An Ode To The Fool

Thank you fool

You are a jewel

For you make me

Feel like a smartie

~

(Truth be told, my dad actually wrote this a long time ago because he likes to mess with us, but I still laugh at it lol)

This planet Earth
Is just a blue dot
In this universe
A speck of dust
In a galaxy of giants

DeadMenTe11N0Tales wrote:This planet Earth
Is just a blue dot
In this universe
A speck of dust
In a galaxy of giants

i like this too much

i am great at spelling
almost as loud as i am when screaming
just as great as i am at
shouting, scouting and pancakes.
i can rhyme

mushrooms
mush rooms
rooms of mush?
mu shrooms
my shrooms
mush rooms
must roam
moo shhhh rooms
i liek mushrooms c:

Phonemes
have a phone
a landline phone.

Allophones
do not have
an allo.

Syllables
have labels.

But x-slots
might not.

They remember instead
which box contains
their lunch.

krrrsh
kachow
yeowch
ouch
bbbberrrrr
blpblpgo
haiiiiii
yis am rb
lololol

ratatata
sounds like a snare drum
that reminds me of marching band
oh wait could that onomatopoeia
(why would they spell it like that?)
be mistaken for something else?
that's my bad
i'm sorry.

the cat meow meow
the bat ow ow
the chicken cackow cackow
as they fought bow pow pow
then the owner told them to stop now

I wrote this at 7 years oldT_T it's so bad

Ha ha, poetry,
Very cool and swell,
Everything is cake and cake is delicious.

What's a bag?
Greater good is cinema. Caw caw!
Shiver me whiskers!

Ding dong.
Mouse.
Keyboard.

Kentucky fried kitchen.
Barbershop Bebop.
Killing Eve.

What's a golf? I'm an alien.

[i just tried writing the first things that came to my mind. took me like 90 seconds]

the weight on my shoulders, is very heavy, heavy indeed

sticky note [stuck to the kitchen fridge] reads, "please don't forget to take the garbage to the curb"

i cry [tears become Pacific Ocean hermit crabs, crawling into a lake to learn to how to swim, and possibly to take surfing-lessons from a very attractive surfing instructor]

because garbage day [is / was]
yesterday.

& i am a [failure / hero (choose your own adventure; only don't forget to take the garbage out, or the hermit crabs will get you)]

the truth is [confusing] definition - so confused i know not what i am, or what to do, and so i run off with the surfing instructor and float into the sunset.

this is a poem

Kentucky
Fried
Chicken

In the endless realm
I sing the endless song now
I hear the endless

my broken heart is broken

you & me do not = enough (or so my endless mind pondered)
you, yes you, you are an exquisite and
b
e
a
u
t
i
f
u
l
creation, the apple of my eye (my eyes are also round,
almost the same shape as my heart
that you broke.)
and my broken heart
f
e
l
l
like rain and tears that you, yes you, Mr meanie, you made me cry so hard.
so let me make this statement (oh how i want to say it all) again
i will not SCREAM AND SHOUT
i am a quiet whisper in the wind:
you and (+) me do not equal (=)
e
n
o
u
g
h.