There are pens and paper cluttered on my desk,
The assignment has to be submitted by ‘morrow at the best.
We have to write a really good poem,
I just have trouble with doing it at home.
All these words cluttered up in my head,
Instead of making them rhyme, I better be in bed.
And after having an awsome dinner,
I still certainly don’t feel like a winner.
All thoughts aside, the poem is still pending,
The broken words my brain is mending.
And then I refer a thesaurus,
I open it, and oh! the horrors.
There are synonyms up and down the page,
All these words put me into a daze.
I thought about giving up hope,
And then I saw an envelope.
It was just lying there, on my bed,
I opened it, and then I read.
It was a story of a footballer and it ended with a kick,
Then I thought to myself, “Why don’t I make this my topic?”
The words automatically started coming to my head,
When I finished, I looked at it and was pretty impressed.
The next day at school, I kept it on my teacher’s desk.
When I saw my marks, my poem had been adjudged the best!
