As the frogs leap in the meadows, screaming with glee.
I stand in the flowers, cold as can be.
Looking to the left, and then to the right.
I cross the huge meadow, filled with sheer fright.
Shaking and stuttering, I arrived at her house.
Muttering and blubbering, I was shy as a mouse.
Knocking and waiting, shaking so bad.
Pacing and waiting, looking so rad.
And then with a creak, the door opened a little:
Then it swung open, the person ever so gentle.
With a smile on my face, beaming ever so bright.
I looked at my date, never ever feeling fright.
I grabbed the bottle, giggling with glee
Dumping it in my cup, and drinking my tea.
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Poems by me
PoetryI'm going to start doing some poems and add them in to this because poems are more easy to write than books in my opinion. XD
