Mikayla Smith Poems

Speed, agility, fun and racing,
metal, aluminium and fuel with colourful plastic casing.
The smell of petrol and the haze of dust.
The slight stench of CRC, a chemical that prevents rust.
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I am a pencil,
I'm yellow and red,
I have a co-worker
Who's name is Fred.
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Stupid computer, keeps locking up all the time,
Trying to submit a new poem, I hope it rhymes.
It stops here, it stops there,
deleting my unsaved documents, the annoyance, I can't bear.
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I'm on your face,
I'm in your ear,
I am a pimple,
I cause you fear.
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Sunset as calm as the colour it produces,
Its bright yellows, oranges and pinks
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A million messages are sent each day,
to your head, arms, legs and every which way.
For you to breathe, write, dance and walk,
to type on computers, eat and talk.
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