White Rabbit I can make magic with my hands. I can't tell you about it Cause it just sounds bad But I started showing some of the guys. Neil first, he asked me if I knew any tricks So I told him to meet me in the woods And I showed it to him. He was more surprised then I expected. Neil told Josh, Shawn and Joel So one by one I took them into the woods And showed them. They were all just as surprised And they said I should keep practicing So now we go into the woods regularly And they all say I'm improving. There's even talk about starting a club And meeting in Joel's basement Tuesdays While his mom is at her meeting.
This was a poem that did not get accepted in the last Her Royal Majesty quarterly art and literary online publication. Maybe you'll have better luck with the next deadline August 25th ... the theme is language.