I just had to rename the poem. But carry on reading.
Jessika is trying to figure out
At the Counry Club,
Who she truly loves
Who will is be?
Is it Chris?
With the sweet soft voice
Or maybe Michael
Directing movies of his choice
Maybe even Rich
A professor at the Community College
Teaching a writing class
And giving scholars knowledge
Jessika doesn't know who to choose
She does know, she doesn't want to lose
Who does she love?
Who will recieve the glove
Of her heart
P.S. Said glove mentioned is not a condom, ya nasties.
YOU ARE READING
Crappy Poems By J. Rose
PoésieHere are some poems that I had written as an 8th grader. I am not a poet, but I gave it a try. I hope you hate them as well as I do. P.S. I HAD to do these for school.
