Coo. Sorry if there is almost no response from me. Being twelve has it's downsides *cough, cough, school, cough* Ah, oh well. And today, we learned more poems in school. FREE VERSE. FREE! I did these two during class:
(don't laugh at this one)
The Red DressTo suit this smart, eight-year-old girl,
it won't take much for her.
No worry of a v-cut shirt or what khaki pants are.
Just a red dress will do.
With matching red sandals, red is what goes.
Tattered at the bottom,
yet it alwyas stays fit.
No need to look hard,
for that small red dress
that Lisa Simpson holds.
(Seriously, my teacher said--to help us--think of our favorite color *mine red* and list ten things of that color. Lo, Lisa's dress)
Rosy Red CheeksBlew a kiss; catch it
and hold it tight.
He's looking at you.
The doorbell rings--
Fowers for you.
He's waiting by the pier.
Running in best clothing,
Eyes meet at the end.
He laces fingers with you.
Walking along in the dim of night,
You're held in his arms.
He leans over and kisses you.
And in that dim of night,
rosy red cheeks light the dark.
Well, that was very long, but satisfying

"Have you seen my daughter, Cheryl? Short...black hair... Just turned seven?"