My Nine Year Old Self Shares Some Poetry...

9.6.11

More poetry for ya'll!
Recently, while perusing old notebooks of mine, I stumbled across a brilliant little piece of poetry written by my 9 year old self. So, naturally, I'm sharing it on the internet. Enjoy.

Fireman, policeman, plumber too--
Teacher, accountant-- what should I do?
Astronaut, scientist.... How can I choose?!
A doctor, a dentist, a clown at a zoo?
Who should I be an actress, a banker?
Or maybe a captain who runs a tank-er...
How can I possibly make a decision
To make an extraction or an incision?

Yeah, I was a pretty awesome kid.

Mischief Managed.
_Kynia

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1 comments

  1. I am jealous! I wasn't cool like that as a 9 year old!!

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