Funky Rhythm

March 16, 2009
By Amelie BRONZE, Lacey, Washington
Amelie BRONZE, Lacey, Washington
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It's like the world's
this funky disk
and I'm walking on the edge
turning twisting
give it a shimmy and a shake
Tiptoeing on teeny-tiny ballerina feet
it feels like I'm walking
a railroad track
going in circles to my own crazy rhythm
and the circles name is eternity
Forget marching to the beat of a different drum
I'm dancen'
and when I dance there's a whole orchestra
playen' just for me
Tic toc tic toc look at the clock
time's not running out
it's running round
Run round
don't look down
Never stop
you better keep the beat with that clock
find your own tic toc time
rhythm and chime
Feelen' fine
So sublime
Contract release
Control release
and finally

The author's comments:
This poem was inspired by the Langston Hughes poem "I, too, Sing America" that appeared as part of a test in my literature class.

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