Poetry!!!
For some odd reason I actually wote a poem...and my Language arts class didn't even require it of me! Strange, I know but on to the poem...
Food of my Breakfast
Truely the morning is not my time,
but I must find food on which to dine.
I mechanically search, eager with apathy
for something with more than one calorie.
But there is no time, I'm out the door;
only a package of pop-tarts lay on the floor.
Though you know you'll only hold me over till lunch,
or maybe eaten as a 2nd hour brunch.
Do not worry for because you're fast,
you shall always be the food of my breakfast.
Food of my Breakfast
Truely the morning is not my time,
but I must find food on which to dine.
I mechanically search, eager with apathy
for something with more than one calorie.
But there is no time, I'm out the door;
only a package of pop-tarts lay on the floor.
Though you know you'll only hold me over till lunch,
or maybe eaten as a 2nd hour brunch.
Do not worry for because you're fast,
you shall always be the food of my breakfast.