This is easily the best poem I have ever written in my life.
My teacher wanted an 'animal' poem...and here goes!
My Grandmother's Farm
I stood on the third slat of the rickety, wooden fence.
Wide eyed, curious and confused,
I stared at the llama...
and it stared back.
It's head and feet were tiny
against the fur-fattened body, neck and legs
and it's eyes were glassy
like the marbles I always left around the house.
After a few minutes, I stuck my tongue out
hoping the funny looking animal would mimic
but it just looked at me the way my father does
when I accidentally-on-purpose drop my broccoli on the floor.
I grinned and reached my hand out
closing my grubby fist around some of the llama's matted fur
and without any warning
it spat in my face.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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2 comments:
lmao!! that's funny. oh pouvre fille, the llama spit on you!
*likes* vair funny :D
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