Stuff

This is an End Rhyme poem I made

I admire all of the stuff I own

From jackets all the way to designer cologne

I try and keep it all from being shown

Because at school everyone will just moan

As always I blush down to my cheekbone

“I'm trying to work” I say in monotone

Please, can you just leave me alone

I can't let them get to me, I'm in the zone

Reviews

[Starling]

Really nailed the rhyme in this one, love it!