Nature Poem

Nature

The swoosh of the wind through the trees,

was like the buzz of the bees.

The sun was shining,

on the little ants mining.

The swoosh of the wind

Spring has arrived here early

What a beautiful time.

Insult Poem

Insult Poem

Your voice is a terror,

it's like you're trapped in a snare.

I should put you in hot tar,

I want to hit you with my car.

Your class is real junk,

& you call me a little punk.

You say I have a stupid laugh,

but really, you look like an ugly calf.

I hate you class, 

I'm just in it so I can pass.

Everyone hates you,

So why cant we get someone new?

I hate you so much.

I just want to throat punch you.

So please leave the earth.