Rubik's Cube - Poem by Mia White
It won’t fit.
Have a fit,
throw it out.
It isn’t nice and round like
it doesn’t have the good colors,
it doesn’t fly.
Throw me in a basket.
Where are you taking me?
Up and out, you say?
Up and out up and out.
Comments about Rubik's Cube by Mia White
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You