Stavan Smiith


School - Poem by Stavan Smiith

School is my favorite thing
Every day it is boring
My favorite part is when we go to jim
But, I fear that I will never get slim
Fear? Know is the word i mean.
So why even trry. Steven! I hate you! I
Will push myself until I die
But I will probably anyway die eating pie.
So I go to my friend who has very nice eyes
And I ask him to help me fly,
to become healthy.

Please, God,
Let me become healthy
And if you don't at least make me wealthy
So I can buy the government and make everyone like me.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is dedicated to my school. It means a lot to me.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012



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