Zoe DeFreitas (b. 2011)
Help!
My clay is on a rampage!
It’s locked me in a cage!
Ah!
It smells like smelly socks in here.
I might be here for another 2 years!
My clay!
It’s clearly not okay.
It’s currently repeating
“You will pay, you will pay!”
My cats are being louder than birds in the month of May!
Oh no!
My clay took my coffee!
I wish I had traded my magical clay for 3 pieces of magical toffee!
I am magnetized by the whimsy of this poem!
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