Fiction poem i wrote at 8 years old
It was my first haiku type poem)
Your nose runs faster than me
It runs with no end
I just wish i could
Why do you keep wiping it
Give it some nose shoes
Your nose wants to run faster
I just wish i could
My mom got me running shoes
They just don't work like your nose
It only runs when your ill
I never see it running
Does that mean it is ill too
I can't even get out of bed
Lucky to get out of bed
Your nose must be pleased
For fresh air while it runs
Anyways i need practice
To be faster than your nose