When I met a poem,
the first one I'd met,
I thought it was really boring,
something that I did admit.

 It had no rythm, 
it had no Rhyme,
it had no title,
it was a crime.

When I told the police,
What the heck did he say?
"Peace, don't call the police,
for a crime that is just a waste of time!"
"May you explain?" 
"I was talking to a man on a train to spain,
So, what is wrong with your brain?"
"I have no problem with my brain,
I am just trying to explain,
that there is a poem commiting a crime,
And this is NOT a waste of time."
"Yes this is a waste of time, 
because this crime is just a mime,
and that a poem that doesn't rhyme,
isn't a crime."

And than I freaked out,
and I really doubt,
a poem would start such a thing,
like a woman falling over a ring,
forgetting her left wing,
in the middle of spring.

When I met a poem,
the second one I'd met,
I found out very easily,
that a poem doesn't have to Rhyme.

(The second one was the police if you didn't know)

 Kalleforamargashopa forfomurto was a very smart girl. She had many positive things. she was polite, she was strong, she was helpful, she had creativity and so on. She liked hugging but she could control it and she would hug her mother when she got home. She was very bright, she always looked at the positive. Like the time when she lost her favorite doll she did cry but she ended up looking at the positive.
“I know I have lost my doll but crying won’t help. I have to look at the bright side. Now that I won’t have my doll I might start paying attention to other things going around apart from her,” That’s the kind of thing she always said.
But then one day, something horrible happened. Her mother was forgetting stuff. Like the day it was cold and a storm was outside during the winter her mum said,
“Hey henry, let’s go to the beach!” You should have seen her wearing those sunglasses and sandals and the dress she had on. Everything was going to far and she went to the hospital. Kally and her dad were outside the door on a bench. Kally wasn’t wearing a smile today, she was wearing a frown. You could tell she was worried. When the doctor came out he said,
“She has cancer, she won’t survive this one.” Then Kally’s dad couldn’t stop asking questions like:
“Are you sure she didn’t just faint and forget everything and that she is fine?” And the doctor would always answer:
“No she seriously has it.” And the next day.... She was dead.

When I'm with him.....
It's......
Heaven.
When he's not there,
I....
NEED to be with him.
His laugh, his jokes, his voice, HIM.
Him and I? Will it happen?
I hope it does.
Otherwise I'll sit here writing poems about it.
Doesn't he know I like him?Doesn't he like me back?
PLEEEAAAASSSEEEE like me back.
Oh, him.
Him and I.

I'm very stressed,
it comes from school,
I want no more,
this isn't cool,
They give you homework everyday,
you can't run around,
you can not play,
the teacher shouts,
the teaher protests,
"You have not done you're 10 billion assignments,"
They give you a project,
due 2 months away,
and you have no time to stand up, and say,
" I have to much homework,
I can not pay,"
The reason why,
is if you have, 
homework everyday,
you'll always say,
that you do the homework for tomorrow first,
you then do the rest of the days,"
I'm very stressed,
it comes from school,
I want no more,
this isn't cool!
 

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