Boy With His Head Down Poem by Brie Carter
Boy With His Head Down
Miles had his head down on his desk.
He was the meanest brute
His head’s down on his desk so much
It began taking root.
Slender shoots grew down from his ear,
And sank in the desk top.
Tiny buds sprouted from his hair,
Forming a flower crop.
We like Miles a lot better now,
But he can’t come to play.
His head was on his desk so much,
We water him each day.
Hee hee Brie...ya can hold your head up with this poem...playfully surreal and a delightfully delicious twist. And Miles to go before he sleeps and miles to go...before he sleeps.20 different uses for a mean brute...it kinda...grows on you! love Dónall Dónall
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4/24/2024 8:26:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
hey i like this poem its funny but also has a meaning and its good