Here is another old poem I wrote when I was probably in middle school. I thought it would be neat to make a silly crossover of two completely different things. I am having the worst writer's block lately, so this throwback poem is very appropriate right now.
You jump
You break
You earn
Feeling no burn
Run, run, run!
Spin, spin, spin!
All in hope you win
As for us
We think
We tap
We scribble
Not even thinking of a riddle
Click, click, click…
Sigh, siigh, siiiiigh….
Yet nothing comes to mind
If only that little question mark
could form into a pencil
Then I could jump
Then break
Then earn
Possible feeling a burn
Should I dress in red?
With a mustache to match?
Then maybe
Just maybe
I can finally catch
a new idea
to make it to the next level.





















