Poetry
The Story of ME
Earthquakes are bad
They make me sad
I'm oh so mad
But when it's over I'm glad
They wreck things
It doesn't matter if you're a king
You don't want to sing
Because your car has a big ding
The ground it shakes
It shakes and it quakes
You can't make pancakes
Yep, those are earthquakes
Things go boom
It messes up your room
It makes you feel gloom-
yea.
I hope I don't go varoom
I'm weak in the knees
All around are falling trees
I hope they don't fall on me...s
In my pants I go pee
As sirens go whee
It messes up my hair
And the clothes I wear
I'm really scare-
d. My house it tears
And that's why they're so bad
And they make me so sad
The earthquakes just never end.
THE END
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