Great Uncle Harry

[GrafiTTied]

This is one of my first few poems ive ever wrote back when i was about 11 or 12yrs old. I just happened to find this this while i was browsing through some random files, i found it kinda funny......


GREAT UNCLE HARRY:
Great uncle Harry had little to believe in
He stuck a feather on his cat and called her Ms Cleveland
He was a nutter one could say
And carried a stick made of clay.
On day he sat on his wooden chair
And thought and thought till he resembled a hungry bear
He got up with very little ease
And jumped up and down like excited dog fleas
He paced in and out the refrigerator
He shaved his beard with a lemon grater
He slept on the ground with a million snakes
And stirred his stew with garden rakes
No one knew what had happened to Harry
Maybe he was being plain and little scary.
A week went by, and Uncle Harry heaved a sigh
He ate his homemade cherry and blackberry pie
He then took his big black pen
And this is what he wrote in his cozy den
“To Henry Nick-one million dollars”
His very very late great grandfather.

[bilal]

wow.... thats very "wow"...... thanks for sharing it!

[HeavensOnFire]

he would indeed like the cherry and blackberry pie AWSOME WRTING, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[HeavensOnFire]

Quote: (Originally Posted by bilal)

wow.... thats very "wow"...... thanks for sharing it!

like wow***he has done much greater wrtings than this one , haaaaaaa, like wow then,