A poem is just a thought All jumbled into a knot You can’t sort them out Until youscream and shout About a poem that leaves you full of doubt
Who would be distraught Over a poem that ought To be burned and thrown out A poem is just a thought
What is taught In a poem of thought That is no doubta waterspout Of random words all thrown about A poem is just a thought
My name is Harmony Platt, and I am a freshman in high school. I like to play Monopoly and do competitive swimming. I live in New Mexico and dislike the heat.