Monday, December 17, 2012

Poem in Iambic pantameter

We know a girl who has a crazy laugh,
Her run can be like a baby giraffe.
She always tries not to fall and stumble,
She runs so fast that she starts to tumble.
Her golden hair likes to flow in the air,
Her hair is big just like a fluffy bear.
She can never open her own locker,
She creeps around the halls like a stalker.
Even though she is a little insane,
We love her so much that we cant complain.

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