Thursday, May 29, 2014

A Rhyming Poem

Fabliha Roza
In a classroom



                                    I am the Best


I am the best.

I can pass any test.

Whoever says I will suffer,

They are a duffer.

Whoever says mean words,

I make them fly away like birds.

I roar like a lion when I am furious,

The people run down the street to see because they’re curious.

Because I’m so fabulous,

They all get jealous.

Whenever I say I’m a genius,

They say, “Are you serious?”

Fabliha Roza is the name,

And I don’t play any game.

 

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