jhooper3581
03-04-2011, 07:14 PM
When winter comes,
Coldness already gets you,
But writing love letters by nature is lovely scene.
My love, how in the world did you do that,
Where I was eating hamburgers in McDonald's?
I guess where cold drinks come with the hamburgers will not help in winter,
But I guess Burger King is always second option to the winter.
Christmas is always about putting pretty lights around the house,
Where Santa Claus always forced to eat cookies and drink milk and drop gifts under the tree,
Winter, again, how lovely is the scene of the greatest genius of the year,
I think I will ask Santa Claus for more poetry books.
When spring will come, I know beautiful snow will be gone,
No more this or that of the coldness,
Flowers of the lovely letters will definitely come true,
We shall see, Poetry Genius.
Okay, this is the poetry that I just wrote. I will do some analysis.
When winter is written, why is Santa Claus mentioned at all? And, why is winter cold where brilliant writing is already written as above? I think this is the greatest poetry of the seasonal coldness of literature!
Coldness already gets you,
But writing love letters by nature is lovely scene.
My love, how in the world did you do that,
Where I was eating hamburgers in McDonald's?
I guess where cold drinks come with the hamburgers will not help in winter,
But I guess Burger King is always second option to the winter.
Christmas is always about putting pretty lights around the house,
Where Santa Claus always forced to eat cookies and drink milk and drop gifts under the tree,
Winter, again, how lovely is the scene of the greatest genius of the year,
I think I will ask Santa Claus for more poetry books.
When spring will come, I know beautiful snow will be gone,
No more this or that of the coldness,
Flowers of the lovely letters will definitely come true,
We shall see, Poetry Genius.
Okay, this is the poetry that I just wrote. I will do some analysis.
When winter is written, why is Santa Claus mentioned at all? And, why is winter cold where brilliant writing is already written as above? I think this is the greatest poetry of the seasonal coldness of literature!