Grazing the green grass ever slowly
I see the world full yet lonely
Eating grass isn’t the best
But I can’t really complain about what’s on my chest
I’ve been tall my whole life
Better to be when in a strife
I don’t like much sound it scares me
So I like to be in the woods tall and free
I know many must want to catch a glimpse
But I’ll tell you I’m not as small as a baby’s fist
I don’t ‘moo’ and I don’t ‘meow’
You know I’m not actually sure of my sound
While others are freezing
I’m in the snow breathing
They call me the Moose
Favorite author Dr. Seuss
I do not like ‘Green Eggs and Ham’
But I do have a pal named Sam-I-Am
How ironic to have such a silly name
Their parents should be showered in fortune and fame
This poem is coming to a closing
I have to go bowling
If I get a strike
Mom and dad are going to get me a new bike
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryI write poetry like everyday. And just wanted to post some of them (not all cause that wouldn't be very pretty). My biggest insperation was my seventh grade math teacher. Thank You Mrs. (not gonna say your name). Thank you for being the most boringe...
