The orange is orange
The red of an apple
The flowing sand
Covering the land
Like brown Snapple®
The kidnappers were not cats
That struck last month
Wearing fancy hats
Stealing the king
And his thing
I chose this poem because it was the only one that was actually something and not just badly constructed paragraphs with weird rhyming schemes. I liked it though because it was just some silly poem written one day in English class that I enjoyed writing and coming up with random words. I didn't change anything because if I did the words would not have followed the "rule" of the rhyming.
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