What To Write
My teacher is funny.
He lets us work outside,
When it is very sunny.
He takes his job with pride.
One day in class,
He asked for a sonnet.
I thought I could easily pass,
And make him fond of it.
I could not think of anything.
Then an idea came to me.
I could make a poem,
For everyone to see.
The idea that I complete,
Was to write about what to write.
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