Here's another of the poems I wrote in my freshman year poetry class. Just so everyone knows, both of these first two poems earned me A minuses. Enjoy!
In The Room
The room was white
I was there four half an hour
It was said to be a waiting room
A small child pulled my tail
I wanted to go
I finally did
Where I am now is also white
There is a poster on the wall
A man is opening my mouth
Such is what I get for swallowing something that I could only assume would be soft
and tasty but was actually a small round disk made of metal
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