Thursday, 20 August 2015

Wednesday, 24 June 2015

my rain poem

Rain splashes on the roof
And you begin to get really bored
In side your trapped from the rain
Now you want it to stop
Died A long time ago
I hate them
No one wants to get eaten by them
Of course they eat meat
So Im happy they don't exist
Always running
Understand them
Running away from them
So big