funny poem
Today I walked into my big brother's room,
and that's when I saw it: The Armpit of Doom.
I wasn't expecting The Armpit at all.
I shrieked and fell backward and grabbed for the wall.
The Armpit was smelly. The Armpit was hairy.
The Armpit was truly disgusting and scary.
I wanted to vomit. I wanted to cry.
I wanted to flee from its all-seeing eye.
My skin started crawling with goosebumps and chills.
My brain began screaming to head for the hills.
I tried to escape but I knew I could not.
In horror, I found I was glued to the spot.
"Will somebody help me!?" I started to shout,
till fumes overcame me and made me pass out.
Dear Elijah, I really liked the poem you made. It was hilarious and I really enjoyed it. I liked how you put rhymes into your poem and the idea of putting the armpit into your story. At our school, We have a thing called eagle society thats where we recite a poem that we made up or a poem that is by a published author. I was wondering though where did the armpit come from. Like was it from the closet, the corner, or under the bed. I really liked this poem and I would like to read more of them. Thanks -Sidney
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