We walked in the hall
Side by side
A conversation was in bloom
As we kept with our stride.
"So I heard of this one song
I think you like."
"Is it from broadway?
Sung by mike?"
"Yes it is
Sung by Mike Faist
I swear to you
It isn't a heist"
"Why are you rhyming
Every word you say?"
"Well I have this poetry book
And this will be one today."
She nodded with a smile
Maybe she likes poetry
Almost as much
As she apparently likes trees
She even told me I'd Be impressed
With all her forest expertise.
YOU ARE READING
Kennedy Maria Thomas
PoetryCarlos needs something to write about in his upcoming Literature Project. A poetry book consisting of at least fifty poems. There's a girl in his class who never talks and is very pretty. What if he writes about her?
