Monday, January 30, 2012
My Bedroom
As I walk into the den of the Branden, the first thing I notice is that their is no door, but instead a blanket draping the doorway. When I pull it aside and enter the threshold, I notice two things at the same time. One being that this room smells surprisingly good for an 18 year old boy, and the other is that he has pink silk pillow cases on his bed? The bed is unmade and there are clothes all over the floor. This room needs a women's touch for sure. :) The alarm clock is blinking and the snooze button looks overused. The only things on the walls are sports motivational quotes.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Aligator Poem
When the small boy first opened me,
his face lit up with joy.
There is no face like the one on a child,
who's just opened a new toy.
He played with me all day,
and he played with me all night,
I never craked or broke
though his mother hoped I might.
Then one day he looked at me,
and pushed me to the side....
Little Tommy was all grown up
and this Gator had finally died.
his face lit up with joy.
There is no face like the one on a child,
who's just opened a new toy.
He played with me all day,
and he played with me all night,
I never craked or broke
though his mother hoped I might.
Then one day he looked at me,
and pushed me to the side....
Little Tommy was all grown up
and this Gator had finally died.
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