Last night I found myself hungry while watching a late night horror flick.

My poem dedicated to the best drink of all time.

A poem dedicated to the hunk I love.

Potatoes start to fall from the sky!

His name is Bobby, every letter describes him as what you see and much more.

Yummy!

<3 A POEMM WRITTTTTTEN IN GRADE seven lmfao, or six haha amazing really.

My feelings for you. Haha <3.

A poem about roses.

There’s times when you are outside having fun that you really should keep your mouth closed. With a closed mouth no bugs would fly in and get stuck.