Sorry I had to make the text small down there...if I didn't, the format would look all wrong and that just bothered me =P
Anywho, enjoy my random little poetic story! :-)
It was a rather dark and dreary morning in June
We sat staring at the wall wondering what to do.
The games we'd already played, the movies sounded dull,
But you just can't spend a day together doing nothing at all.
Dark clouds loomed outside the window threat'ning to rain;
We had to find something to do, or else go insane.
So we ventured to the basement and you turned on the light
Then made our way into the garrage and there we found quite a sight.
Between the gizmos and boxes, there was much to behold-
But best of all two bicycles, one red and one gold.
We opened the garage door just as it started to pour;
Sure it was quite wet outside, but inside was such a bore.
So we hopped onto the bikes, rode through the puddles downtown,
Then we stopped in at the laundromat and watched the clothes spin 'round.
We didn't stay there too long, there was adventure to be had,
Not to mention you felt nauseous from watching spinning clothes of plaid.
We continued to the bakery, where you got some doughnuts for yourself & me.
As we biked on and enjoyed our yummy snack,
It was hard for us to imagine we'd ever want to go back-
Back to the house, into the walls, that confine us on most days,
Back to normal teenage lives and busy school craze.
As us and our bikes neared the airport you got this crazy scheme,
That we would hide among some luggage and catch a flight for free.
We found a giant suitcase, tagged to be sent to New York,
You and I stowed away inside, and you sat upon a fork.
It somehow made it through security, we had our flight, and with no fee!
Ten hours later, after being stuck inside,
The luggage door was opened and we could finally see the light.
A great new world stretched before our faces-
Lady Liberty, sky scrapers, taxis and police chases.
Such a huge unknown place to be, so many sights to take;
You and I vowed to see it all, before the end of summer break.
With Skittles and cans of soda too, we've not a moment left to loose-
Let's grab a map and hit the city, just pick a spot and choose.
Cause it's the most epic ever summer break, a trip we never dreamed we'd take,
And we're praying we're not dreaming, but if we are, don't let us wake.
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3 comments:
That is so cool!!!!!! I love it!!!
I had no problems with the fonts, don't worry. I actually like smaller fonts better :/
But I love it too! hahaha, this is a pretty epic story poem ;)
Thanks! :) I had so much fun writing it... actually I kinda got the idea after listening to Owl City's hot air balloon song.
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