|Posted by K on February 15, 2013 at 5:05 PM|
Today in school, we wrote poems. I wrote three - one about the word onomatopoeia, one about nachos, and one about a disembodied hand of doom. I'm going to share all three, but I'm doing the nacho one first. It's called Brayden's Lament, named for an annoying kid in my class who likes nachos.
I simply will not survive
Until I eat some nachos.
I will complain and wheedle and whine
Until there's nachos in this belly of mine
'Cause nacos with cheese are oh so divine
And girls dig the guys who eat nachos.
What do you think?