I'm tired. So tired.. So...tired... But gotta do work. But I'm exhausted. So fricking exhausted. I font know what to do when you only get less than 2 hours of sleep and have so much things to make. Anyways. H O P E Y O U E N J O Y M Y T R A S H . . .
I'll make you a dress that reaches your feet,
With the sleeves so short and a pattern so neat.
When you wear it right,
Oh what a delight,
But it might start to eat your feet.
I'll sow you a skirt so white,
Which I can make just in one night.
I might even finish it now,
Don't even bother asking me how,
When it starts to wrap you up so tight.
Perhaps this is a bit more of your taste,
A shirt lined up with a beautifully patterned lace.
As you wear it proudly and high,
People are going to say "Oh my!",
At the terrible rashes under your face.
Then if you find all those too plane,
There's a gown with a necklace of chain.
If you fall in love with the beautiful gown,
You will find in yourself stuck in a frown,
When it bites you up in pain.
Be careful of the clothes you wear,
Especially those with prices unfair,
If you don't like their style,
Then it's not at all worthwhile,
Or it might cut you out with air.
It's so short, I know, but I think it's nice. I think.
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POEMS I a Collection I✔️
PoetryThis book , is a collection of poems I have made for a portion of my life. It's made with effort, that caused me my life to make. I enjoyed making this, so I hope you enjoy reading this too. Thank you<3
