The sky is blue,
true for the ocean too.
The sun sparkling,
and rays gleaming through.
All things true,
they're either pretty or scary to you.
Trees rustle,
for they don't have anything else to do.
Stand and scream,
as they "stump" to a new.
Some people have legs,
it's normal to see two.
But when I think of those with one,
I can't help but feel blue.
But then I remember the sky,
the sky is also blue,
true for the ocean too.
The sun sparkling,
and rays gleaming through.
All things true,
they're either sad or happy to you.
But anything of
those that aren't funny,
are true things to rue.
But then I remember a hue...
things will be unfair,
unexplained without a clue,
but I'll always know t be true,
that the sky will always be blue,
true for the ocean too.
A/N: Hey guys! Thanks so much for helping CLUCK NO chart again. I think I'm going to end it at 50 poems. This obviously was not one of my best poems and I feel like I'm losing steam. I don't want the last few poems to end up like the seventh season of Gilmore girls so I'm just gonna throw out the best poems I can and we'll see how this ends!
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PoetryA collection of both emotional and humorous poems about growing up and other frustrating parts of life that'll sound alright in your head, but just plain stupid out loud. !!!WARNING!!! This is not a compilation of chicken poems.
