Second Draft (Bad Poetry)

we sat around the table
to attemt to write a poem
everyone had ideas
but none of them my own
mom wanted a love story
i wish shed get a clue
my brother wanted animals
ducks that quacked, cows that mooed
as for me, i plan dont care
as long as its done...
writing poems may be for poets
but for me it is just no fun

Very Bad Poetry

Today the sky was blue

i wish shed get a clue

your face looks like poo

my grandma made me stew

i ate it for dinner

now i feel like a winner

i don't want to be a sinner

Very Bad Poetry

Today the sky was blue
i wish shed get a clue
your face looks like poo
my grandma made me stew
i ate it for dinner
now i feel like a winner
i don't want to be a sinner

Impulse

M- Do you remember the plan?
W- Yes, i will be going down 7 cities and finding a hotel.
M- alright good.
W- what time do you think youll be meeting me there?
M-I can't really know till things cool off a little bit here. they all will be looking for us.
W- what if we get caught?
M- That is highly unlikely.
W- but what if?
M- well i thought you would ask that, so if anyone comes up to you just pull out what is in the breifcase and i think youll know what to do from there.
W- are you asking me to kill someone?!
M- no, i am telling you too.
W- i don't think i can ever do that.
M- you don't really have a choice at this point we are already wanted.
W- well here comes my train.
M- alright i will be seeing you again as soon as i can make my way down there.
W- i hope everything goes well, see ya