On this great day at the bay
We hear of a certain thing.
Was it the bumbling bards
Or the Grate Drate Frying Bob?
That is most certainly the question at hand
For we boast that we know but do we?
Could it be the foxtrot above the disco
Or was it the dancing Boxen doing the frisco?
It seems like we're drowning in curiosity
Prowling over the waves to find an answer.
Could we see the skittish kitty playing on a turtle or
Was it a giant fretting about his worries with a girdle?
We all aspire to find out
Only to be turned about!
We thought we had all day
In the end we were all held at bay.
It would be many months spent abroad
Bovbe Taurine before we would see.
It was a dark night in which we needed the light
To see anything at all even its eyes.
At last our mind was put at ease
If only I thought it was a tease.
It was not our greatest enemy
The screaming blue goat thrill!
It was instead the legend of Grain Tray
The red carp of magic splashing in the bay!
Inside the Mind: Okay so this was another poem written for that same creative writing class assignment my senior year. The whole purpose of this poem was to be whimsical and it shows. Not really much else to say except that it was just a blast to write. Came so freely because it just needed to be fun and carefree. There is a line in there from the song fireflies by Owl City.
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Inside the Madness of My Mind
PoetrySome people have suggested I put all my poems in one little package. Well I figured I should do just that. So please enjoy the poems I've written from all stages of my life since I was fourteen years old. I am going to put them in order of of well r...
