Okay…this poem is pretty dumb, cause I just made it up, but it can’t be much dumber than The Orange Poem. So…here goes. (Oh, and you kinda have to read it out loud for it to sound any good).
The paper lay blank in front of me;
It seems to be making fun of me.
My mind is reeling with things that I’m feeling
And how I can put them to words.
Should I write about how my life is?
Or how I wish it to be?
Or of amber waves of grain
And purple mountains majesty?
I could write about Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall.
The humming bird’s hum, the mocking bird’s call.
Or how the trees sway gently in the breeze,
Or how the waves crash against the shore.
Oh, I’ve never had writer’s block like this before!
I’m thinking, and…Oh! I’ve finally found
The perfect beginning, a beginning renowned!
The PERFECT beginning to a PERFECT rhyme…
Behold, the words: Once upon a time.