a poem...by me
i havent updated in quite a some time,
so now i guess ill do it...while im am trying to rhyme.
i know im a horrible poet...
but maybe im somewhat good, and you just dont yet know it.
summer has been full of work and fun,
and my job works my ass...a ton.
i get to scoop poop and ride all day,
not only am i earing credits, i even get payed!
my relationship status this time is hardly confusing
with a piolt named scott who is always amusing.
he treats me like im his little princess
giving me kisses on the forhead that are quite priceless.
i love him dearly
and he knows it clearly
i sometimes wonder if its really ment to be...
i guess i will just have to wait and see :)
living at home is never a bore
expically when you have a family like mine, which is somewhat hard core.
with dad working on the house, and ben being a teenage boy
they hardly get to go out on the boat which is thier toy.
i miss my college friends, and cant wait to get back to school
but then i will miss the hiners beloved pool.
housesitting with tabs is a blast,
we need to party harder so we can remember the past.
my poem will now come to a closing,
because im tired of rhyming, and pretending to know what im doing...
so now i guess ill do it...while im am trying to rhyme.
i know im a horrible poet...
but maybe im somewhat good, and you just dont yet know it.
summer has been full of work and fun,
and my job works my ass...a ton.
i get to scoop poop and ride all day,
not only am i earing credits, i even get payed!
my relationship status this time is hardly confusing
with a piolt named scott who is always amusing.
he treats me like im his little princess
giving me kisses on the forhead that are quite priceless.
i love him dearly
and he knows it clearly
i sometimes wonder if its really ment to be...
i guess i will just have to wait and see :)
living at home is never a bore
expically when you have a family like mine, which is somewhat hard core.
with dad working on the house, and ben being a teenage boy
they hardly get to go out on the boat which is thier toy.
i miss my college friends, and cant wait to get back to school
but then i will miss the hiners beloved pool.
housesitting with tabs is a blast,
we need to party harder so we can remember the past.
my poem will now come to a closing,
because im tired of rhyming, and pretending to know what im doing...