Monday, February 25, 2013

Home Poem

HOME


I really want to go home.
So I can feel like a gnome.
No one will talk to me as I go roam,
In my small dome,
While reading a tome.
Then as I lay on some foam,
I Pretend to be in a mellow brome.
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2 comments:

  1. Scott HilderbranFebruary 28, 2013 at 9:05 AM

    I think that this poem was great, i really enjoyed the somewhat humorous rhyming.

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  2. Sam RyanMarch 5, 2013 at 1:16 AM

    The rhyming was funny good job.

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