Grandpa's yelling kill them all, screaming at the guy with the pigskin ball. Grandma's in the kitchen yapping about politics uncle Ned screams put a sock in it. Lilly's on the couch with her teddy bear, bet no one knows shes there. Daddy's in the back yard chasing the bird with a shot gun, buck shot is always fun. Old nanny is sittin on her fanny, says those black folks ain't riding her bus, FYI she thinks it's 1961. Momma and her sisters reading the ads, gonna stop you down in Walmart for their new church hats. The cousins in the yard playing ball, oops look Lenny had a fall. Wait till dinner when the real fun begins, everyone's gonna want thanksgiving to end. Most people out there are laughing and smiling, not us, especially after Uncle Willie gets drunk, and trys to marry a skunk. My family may be crazy, lazy, and mean, but I still love them with every part of me.
You are more than the choices that you've made, you are more than the sum of your past mistakes. You are more than the problems you create, You'v been remade.
Absolutely love it really good not really rhymey but then again i guess it has to be. the picture goes with it really well the best part is that it's all fairly true!
Think of the vastness of a story, What happens when the main character is not around?
Wow.This poem just like an old diary.I mean your poem are so amazing(full with historical moment).I like the way you put the funny situation on your poem, (e.g) *Most people out there are laughing and smiling, not us, especially after Uncle Willie gets drunk, and trys to marry a skunk.*
as a conclusion,I really amazed with your poem.So keep writing,wish to see more masterpiece from you!:D
Hahahahah! I loved this poem, it was amusing and fun to read! But, the only thing that is missing is the sweet tea . Anyways, one little tweak, in writing you never use texting acronyms. So, instead of FYI you could use: "since she thinks it's..." Other than that it's a great poem! Keep on writing!
There once was a women named Kent, Whose nose was rather quite bent. One day I suppose, She followed her nose, And nobody knows where she went. -Unknown
I don't care what the miserable excuse is
for showing the death of books, live, on screen.
Men, I could understand; but books! - — Edwin Morgan, From the Video Box 2
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