Thursday, December 10, 2009

I collected journals today and thus far I have discovered this gem:

My weekend was great but
I don't think it's G-rated (I always tell them to keep it G or PG for me)
I will write a poem about nothing I ever stated.
There once was a squirrel swinging
From a tree
He slipped and fell, that's all
I could see
He scrapped the last branch though
He was safe on at height
Yet, I never thought I would
Write about him in a journal: free write.


Oh shoot, I am so proud.

1 comment:

Kristi said...

that's pretty much better than any poem I've ever written. also, i love squirrels.