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Ok this is my first of writing my own poem so it might not be that good!
The Crow-By Luke Poulton!
The Crow in the field as he walks along pecking the ground.
His sharp eyes watch for everything for farmers that will shoot him.
He sees the scarcrow but that will not scared him.
Because he is tough.
His feathers are rough.
Nothing can scare him as he flaps up into the sky and flys.
As the wind flys though his wings.
He dives,he glides,he flips,he spins.
He is the greatest,the toughest.
The best of the crows!
The Crow-By Luke Poulton!
The Crow in the field as he walks along pecking the ground.
His sharp eyes watch for everything for farmers that will shoot him.
He sees the scarcrow but that will not scared him.
Because he is tough.
His feathers are rough.
Nothing can scare him as he flaps up into the sky and flys.
As the wind flys though his wings.
He dives,he glides,he flips,he spins.
He is the greatest,the toughest.
The best of the crows!
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Ashman wrote:
> Wow! How many fayke poems did you right befour this!
What you talking about Ash?
> Wow! How many fayke poems did you right befour this!
What you talking about Ash?
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> What's a Crow-By?
> Like a gayby?
No it is by luke poulton me!
> What's a Crow-By?
> Like a gayby?
No it is by luke poulton me!
Wow! How many fayke poems did you right befour this!
What's a Crow-By?
Like a gayby?
Like a gayby?
Some of the lines were ok,
"As the wind flys though his wings.
He dives,he glides,he flips,he spins"
But some sounded like a nursery rhyme,
"Because he is tough.
His feathers are rough."
"As the wind flys though his wings.
He dives,he glides,he flips,he spins"
But some sounded like a nursery rhyme,
"Because he is tough.
His feathers are rough."
Crossbob, you have redefined the word 'poem'!
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But not in a good way.
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But not in a good way.
Alright then but that was my first try!
ok your sotries were funny because of how erm...great they were...but thats just not all that good...stick to story writing
Ok this is my first of writing my own poem so it might not be that good!
The Crow-By Luke Poulton!
The Crow in the field as he walks along pecking the ground.
His sharp eyes watch for everything for farmers that will shoot him.
He sees the scarcrow but that will not scared him.
Because he is tough.
His feathers are rough.
Nothing can scare him as he flaps up into the sky and flys.
As the wind flys though his wings.
He dives,he glides,he flips,he spins.
He is the greatest,the toughest.
The best of the crows!
The Crow-By Luke Poulton!
The Crow in the field as he walks along pecking the ground.
His sharp eyes watch for everything for farmers that will shoot him.
He sees the scarcrow but that will not scared him.
Because he is tough.
His feathers are rough.
Nothing can scare him as he flaps up into the sky and flys.
As the wind flys though his wings.
He dives,he glides,he flips,he spins.
He is the greatest,the toughest.
The best of the crows!
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