The Sun is big
Oh how great it can be
It bakes our pig
It warms our tea
Oh how great can the sun be
It warms our wig
It pays our fee
Oh how wish I was the sun
I would like to comment at least once here,
poetry is a form of art, an art of words. Strong, emotional, and well... inspirational at times. If you want to post poems go ahead. Just be sure you read over them before you post. If you send out one, I want to see a masterpiece or at least something powerful.
My family isn't very understanding about my writing. They find it a waste of time to often. And my friends are very immature and will just ridicule me. But I'll try thanks again!