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Shirlee Keele

The Poem


Hi everybody, well it’s that time again

Where everyone is hoping , that their poem will win.


A poem he says, and it has to be our best

You know what? I’m tired I think I need a rest.


It hurts my mind when I try to think

To come with a poem that doesn’t stink.


I’d rather do a puzzle, or make a cake real quick

But the overseer says a poem, or he’ll crack the whip.


There are so many things that are going on

I’d like to relax and just go sit on the lawn.


Ralph says, I have another idea instead

Let’s tell him we’re sick and can’t get out of bed.


He came up with another idea we thought might be a winner

We can tell him we were forced to go out to dinner.


It seems like it’s always on my mind

But for some reason, the words I just can’t find.


So, I need to quit stewing and get on the ball

And now that I’ve started, it wasn’t so hard after all.


Well, now that I’ve wrote and it’s almost done

I have to admit, it turned out to be a lot of fun



(June 30,2007)




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