HI Y'ALL IMMA POST A POEM I JUST WROTE SOOO HERE GOES:
Doors are tall
Doors are wide
Doors are small
Doors are dry
But some doors, like some people
Are just different
But at the same time equal
I’d like to begin
At the start
Of the door
Who was smart
Smarter than me
Smarter than you
Made out of trees
A knob made of shoes
This door cried
So i did, too
I said ‘Door, what’s wrong with you?’
She said ‘I wish I could go outside’
And that night she got her wish
We had a bonfire and we were short on wood
Let’s just say we didn’t use a bush
I’m not going to say it out loud
But the Door is no longer around