Poems from Ronstoppable98
The Mouse has a house
And in it are
His three baby, blind
Mice
He packs lunch for
Them, a block of
Cheese, and feeds it
To his three...
Shall I compare the world
To a ball of yarn?
We play with it,
We pounce on it,
And we let the ball
Of yarn roll until
Everything's...
Like a bear
Who stands up to its enemies
With its ferocious, bone-curdling cry
Scaring away those who stand in its way
Away from its...
I hate that you aren't
Here,
Yet I love that you
Are gone.
I hate that you have
Died,
Yet I love that you
Are dead.
I hate that...
You are my
Shining star,
I wish for you,
Wishing to float
And gravitate towards
You.
If only fate could
Hand you a fishing
Rod, so that I...