As anda know, I live in New Zealand, a place abundant with clouds, mountains, and kambing biri-biri (I know, right!!!). This means that whenever we go on a school trip we're seeing lakes, atau mountains, or, and this is my personal favourite, belukar, bush ('cause that never gets old). This time it was Mount Holdsworth.
After the trip we were asked to write some puisi that the belukar, bush had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", anda know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
After the trip we were asked to write some puisi that the belukar, bush had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", anda know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
