Monday, February 13, 2012

Syllables Poem

The first person to sit
Is someone who is tall
What kind of people fit
Inside the ugly hall
No matter how you fly
You will still want to die
However, If you try
You might feel yourself die
I think you should give up
Before you will through up

2 comments:

  1. Tony ur poem soundS nice because it rhymes perfectly. And it funny.

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