Sometime I wonder
How does it thunder?
How can somebody commit a murder?
How can you kill a animal just for it's fur?
Sometimes I think.
What goes down a sink?
What kills a mink?
What is a link?
Sometime I dream.
The color of cream.
Or How I seem.
And me being mean.
I wrote this in my history class when I finished all my work. I know it is kinda lame and weak. But I was bored. I ain't the best poet. But I defiantly ain't the worst...
Tell me what you think!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem