Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Tired Poetry.

There is a poetry project going on.  (Among a myriad of other things)
In support of the 6th grade curriculum, I extend to you my Cinquain goodwill offering:

Luggage.
Not lost, but found!
A matching set of bags.
The mirror helps expose the site:
on ME!


I'm tuckered out. (And I have the bags to prove it.)

5 comments:

  1. HT to the rescue

    Ode to a Gold Fish

    My wet
    pet

    There you go, turn that in

    HT

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  2. funny! good luck with those bags.
    and the poems.
    I'm laughing.

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  3. cute! My 3 1/2 hours of sleep last night help me enjoy this poem more!
    :)

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  4. I like it. My dad saw a picture of me the other day and goes, 'are you getting enough sleep alana?" I think I suffer from the same baggage problem.

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  5. This made me laugh. Thanks for cheering up a gloomy Sunday (I'm a bit behind in my blog reading, apparently).

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