Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Balloon

I have not been putting up poems. Bad poet. Here we go.

Creak, creak, creak
The air rushes
To fill the empty space
On top.
Fwshhhhh...
Some people laugh
Having fun
On this ride
Full of hot air.
As it takes flight
I have an urge to
Pop!
A pin in the side
And watch
The air hiss out
'Til it's like it was-
An empty shell.
"Hey! You awake?"
My reverie stops and
I'm brought back to the
Classroom.
The crowd's laughing
At a stupid joke
He made.
Fwshh...
I would love to
Pop!
That balloon.

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