Pioneer Poetry II

By: Pioneer, Jackie, VA 1907jackie

The Weekend

The sun is up from being down

time to rise and shine

the smell of pancakes fill the air,

but still my eyes won’t budge

“mornin” says my mother

why are you still asleep

I’m trying so hard to tell her,

but my lips are perfectly sealed

“are you under the my child,

are you still alive,

what’s wrong with you honey”

“because of school” I sincerely reply

A Store Tragedy

There once was a store that sold onion pie

the people who bought it started to cry

many bad reviews

caused the store to lose

the long forgotten onion pie

 

 

 

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