Thursday, August 9, 2012

marmalade, marmalade, marmalade

(note to reader: i wrote this strange poem in grade eight. fyi. I was obsessed with marmalade.)

mmmm.. oh sweet, sweet, honey, and marmalade jam.
you bless my tummy so well, that it starts to dance.
Why you so good? why you so swell?
I think you're tasty, but cousin bonny tells me your icky
so i ate her brownie, and ran away screaming
as she chased me a hooting and hollering
floundering around in great grandmothers garden
hiding between roses and some cherry blossoms.
thankfully she didn't find me, cause I'm the master of
hide and go seek
"I AM THE MASTER" I yelled
as bonny came and found me!
I flopped and tumbled
as the roses came a-falling
I fell down that hill and went home a-running!
she came a-pounding through the grass and
down the hill and over the path
I caught my feet and found some tree's
and thats where Tinkerbell found me!
she throw some dust, some got in my eye
but I started to float! I started to fly!
Bonny failed and watched me soar
as I came through the window and wanted some more
i saw it there, it smiled at me
so i took another piece of toast and got in deep
I pulled out last bit of that magic and ate it gladly
now satisfied and full
I sat there in the kitchen rubbing my tummy
as happy as a bunny

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