Tuesday, September 11, 2012

A Poem About A Door

Hello awkward door, what's that you said?
When people walk in you, they bash in their head.
Is it because your half way, in the ground?
Do you make people let out a great moaning sound?
It's not your fault, because, it could be the street.
It's much too tall, at least 3 or 4 feet.
Sad green door, low down, the girls they all cried.
Sad green door, low down, what is there inside?

Later