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Too Cool For School
Viviana Torres
My brother has a dog
And he likes the game Pog.
I flew a canoe
Right into the zoo
And the workers never even knew.
Nothing rhymes with orange,
Except for door hinge.
I’m not the best writer,
And I know I could be brighter.
My heart is slowly breaking
And my soul is truly aching,
I’m in love
And dream of having a white dove,
But I don’t think this will come true
Until I belong to you.
I would write you a song,
If I knew it weren’t wrong.
I miss being a kid,
Though it means I can’t bid.
My heart is yours
As long as you clean your pores,
I’ll devote to you my life,
And let you make me your wife.
I hate the tears I cry.
Sometimes I want to dye
My hair
And run all the way over there.
This poem is really bad.
I hope it doesn’t make you sad.
I like cats
In hats,
And pigs
In wigs.
I’ll pour out my soul
After they remove my mole.
I hope you understand
That I want to join a band.
I can’t really sing,
But I can draw a wing.
Maybe that would come in handy
If my name were Andy.
I love to write and rhyme,
So I do it all the time.
Viviana Torres has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Viviana's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Viviana's latest works: