Simi Kaulitz

Rookie (6 february 1993 / Earth... note: NOT mars!)

The Door - Poem by Simi Kaulitz

Someone knocked at my door
standing on the marble floor.

I thought it was my friend Bob,
so i hurriedly turned the knob

The door was brown
but black at the crown.

It was made of teak wood
which made it look good.

The door is a living thing
but it can't sing.

The door can't talk,
so please don't knock.

If you have something to tell
please ring the bell...

Comments about The Door by Simi Kaulitz

  • (4/11/2009 1:28:00 AM)

    nice flow a true poem indeed thanks -mel (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 11, 2009

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