Warm weather to cold
the disheartening plane ride
Weather warm to cold
and that's not the only thing
People warm to cold
the plane headed straight for Palm Beach.
it seemed that we never would reach.
the plane made a sound
and dived down to the ground.
now everyone’s bruised as a peach.
Goofy Music Poem
A million poems prior said music ran through their vein
If it was music not blood you bet it'd be my bane.
No, my metaphor be a much different one
Not even so, It's more like a pun
My music is my Muse-ic.
And what make this poem flow slick
Even more it's personified
He stuck with me as I tried and tried
My music is alliterated
from foe fabricating it does forbid.
what ever device you describe music in,
I can tell you one thing, it's not under my skin.
People here say it's worth the wait.
But I’m putting that subject up for debate.
We waited three hours to wait some more
to be disappointed in what we waited for.
In that line is an evil place.
I bet you can't find one smile on a face.
The tickle of sweat on the brow annoys,
guaranteed to kill these people’s joys.
The whole wait long you have to stand
Sharp back aches and children's demands
From lack of sun screen your skin will burn
as you pray for it to be your turn.
The people near you only complain
about how this wait is such a pain.
Not realizing they're the ones who make
standing here make our head’s ache.
Oh irony played us like a fool,
'cause of the fun we'd all have at the pool.