When I am crying this is what I do:
I bite my lips,
I curl my hair,
I slither around like a half bitten snake,
I try to stop,
but its not my fault that I am always serious tempered,
thats not all, thats not all,
I think of a baby drinking aukahall,
that not the end, thats not the end,
I blow my nose on a basketball,
this is the end, this is the end,
this is the end if I say I throw or kick a soccer ball!
Is that a poem,
ReplyDeletecuz it's wierd as!
I'll make a record of what I'm doing:
Typing.
I made a wierd noise with my nose.
Actually I do that all the time.
I don't know why, i can't stop.
I can't take my fingers of the keyboard.
ahhhhkkkk i can't stop. welll im just gonna write a story then.
There was a girl named Alice Izzyson and she lived n a big purple building called: Lakecity Hall with a big living room and eight bedrooms. two families live inside and they hate each other especially Alice and Mr. Daleson. (i just got a call for mom and i had to go to the kitchen!!!!!!!!!) oh, i can take my hands of the keyboard. Well now i'll go because i can tell you about Mr. Daleson and Alice on my blog. Look on the Link List, I'm Izzy.
Okay BYE!