The Poem
Even though I only slept for about three hours last night, I decided to watch Glee before going to bed tonight. After I watched Glee I thought, I should really write a freestyle poem about that Asian man really fast. So here is my two minutes and thirty seconds poem. Don't judge it. 7:25am Every day he stands. Arms folded, peering through thick spectacles,
Cutting through the morning gloom.
Always facing West,
Never a smile,
He waits.
7 comments:
Three hours???? What are you doing? Oh--nice poem!
Watching football...
I thought I was the only Asian man you write poetry about...
Mark, I hate to break it to you, but...you have some competition.
Watching football??? Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?
Haha, Mom...I let SC be in charge of the remote. I wanted to watch "Say Yes to the Dress" but it was his turn to choose.
haha that's pretty funny so how is glee going. Is it good? It seems to be the hot new thing.
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