Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

(I will put periods between post-it notes, so the poem went something like this..)
THIS.
HAS.
BEEN.
A.
GODFORSAKEN.
ONION PARTY.
GHOSTS.
ARE.
IN MY HOUSE.
(AND SO ARE MICE).
& ITS TERRIBLY.
INVIGORATING.
(ALSO UNSETTLING).
TYPEWRITERS.
CAN BE.
DISTURBINGLY.
OUT OF RIBBON.
WATERMELON.
CAN BE.
QUITE.
MESSY(?).
WHEN EATEN WITH A.
Boot,covered with soot.
I NEED A NEW SUIT.
HAROLD DROVE TO.
CONNECTICUT.
TO FIND A.
SOUP TUREEN AND A FRIEND.
BUT ALL HE FOUND WAS A.
VERY LARGE PUMPKIN.
AND A NATION OF MANIACS.
SO HE SET OFF IN SEARCH OF SOMETHING BETTER : (.
THEN HE MET GERALD.
A VIETNAM VETERAN WHO SOLD MOONSHINE OUT OF THE BACK OF HIS VAN.
"HOW DO YOU DO?' HE ASKED.
THE STRANGE MAN SITTING BESIDE THE ROAD.
HAROLD,IT WAS, THAT "STRANGE MAN".
WAIT,WHO IS HAROLD ANYWAYS?
HAROLD IS A COLLEGE DROP-OUT TRYING TO MAKE A LIVING AS A SALESMAN OF FINE CHINA.
BUT IS ISNT EASY,WHO THE HELL NEEDS FINE CHINA?
(I DO) -AUTUMN.
I DONT,I NEED A NAP -PAIGE.
GO TAKE ONE?
AND SO.....
SO IT GOES.
A LITTLE LIKE THIS.
(INSET RANDOM DRUM BEAT)
Suddenly! A fox appears at the door.
NOW THIS BEGS THE QUESTION,WAS THE FOX REALLY A FOX OR WAS THE AUTHOR USING A EUPHEMISM?


(note: this poem is in all caps,made by my sister(Autumn),her friends(Paige and...i forgot) and me)