Rain Rain go away
come again not in late May
Again will your depressing finger lay
hopefully on not one more day
I'm sick of you, that's easy to see
For you get water all over me
Flowers need you to grow, I'm aware
but life without them, I think I could bear.
So, Rain, it's time you got outta here
so my penciled in plans, you'll no longer smear.
I will not miss you, of that I am sure,
at least while I sit here, inside, bored.
Thank you.
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This poem is so cool! Sara (my friend) and I read it and it is awesome. I wish I could make poems rhyme like that.
hey ian it's sara, alex's friend. check out my NEW blog @ gurlskickbutt.blogspot.com
Thats a funny poem. I hate it when it rains outside.
Annie :)
That's pretty good. And just in time for the poem contest at the Library! ;)
cool. nice poem!
-sarah*
how come u never go on my blog website any more?
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