It was raining. Fat drops of cold rain Fell all around me. Water gathered on the tips of my hair As my clothes grew more and more soaked.
By Michaela G5 years ago in Poets
The first time was during elementary school recess Your friend told you that she would choose you To be her partner in gym
I know a fat cat. Thirteen pounds with a white stomach That hangs like a pouch. I call him Fat Bastard. His eyes are green
Draped around my shoulders, Fastened at my neck, I wear a cloak. A dark forest green cloak Adorned with maple leaves
