Poetry

For J-term I am taking Intro to Poetry. The following is my first poem I had to write for the class.

I Never Learn

Silly Putty, the gooey, colored stuff that gets stuck in the carpet that Mom just cleaned.

Dad's friends are coming over, what can be done about the new pink spot in the midst of blue?

Maybe it is a boat anchored in a lake, put some Lego men in it and no one will know.

Or it could be the moon come out before the sun is set, add some clouds and call it art.

It is all in vain because daddy has seen it, he tries to be nice but his day has been long.

Now Mother has seen it, she has also had a long day but she know what to do.

What  lovely place for the coffee table!

The friends have come and they are having a good time, but it is boring.

Oh! if only there were some Silly Putty