Ode To Writing

 

 

My pencil flies across the paper

I am writing a strange caper

About bandits who wear bandanas

Read comics, eat bananas

As my pencil flies

I think about a girl who cries

About a lost doll, ripped dress or nothing

But when the doll is found its stuffing

Is strewn across the floor

And then the girl cries even more!

Wiping her tears away

(She hopes the thoughts will stay)

She goes to her desk to put her writing skills to the test

Once she has written down her findings

She goes to dinner where she finds great dinings

Then she goes up to bed and reads what she has already read

A story about bandits who eat bananas and wear bandanas

And then I realize

The girl is me, what a surprise!

Then I wake up to find

My face in cereal oh my, oh my!

I wash my face, take a quick shower

Look out at my garden, oh flower power!

Then I hop on the bus, take the quick ride

I think of writing with every stride

When I get off the bus

I will try not to make a big fuss

If I don’t get a good grade

In my favorite subject LA

Now I go home,

Home alone

I take out some pens

And repeat the process over again.