The Tree of Poetry

June 2, 2009
By Greg Friscia BRONZE, Rancho Mirage, California
Greg Friscia BRONZE, Rancho Mirage, California
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I’m sitting in a tree,
Trying to write poetry,

I look really dumb,
Because I’m looking at my thumb,

I have a dime,
But it doesn’t help me rhyme,

TICK-TOCK,
Goes the clock,

I’m running out of space,
So I’ll say it to your face,

I’m getting out of this tree,
Because I’m done with poetry.


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