By: Sara Waddell
Naturally, I skim through this little gem of poetry and find an absolutely incredible number on page 19. There were a number of pathetic spelling errors, so clearly I changed those to allow you readers to actually understand what I was trying to say. Anyways, it is as follows:
Tiffani and I
A long time ago I met a girl named Tiffani.
I met her at a basketball draft.
They were putting together girls
That went to the same school,
And we were in the same group.
And I remember saying to her:
"Hey! You go to Colina, don't you?"
So I ran over and told her to come sit in our group.
She was pretty shy at first,
But then she lighted up.
We became really good friends.
We also had a great style
And brought some nice trends to the school!
Well not really.
Our style was original and unique.
We were kind-of tomboys in fourth grade,
But we grew out of it.
When we played our basketball games,
We would put a gallon of gel on the top of our head,
So our ponytail would be nice and slick.
Now-a-days Tiffani and I dress normal,
And we have normal hair.
Wow. That is really something isn't it?! Its obvious that I grew up to become an English major...and clearly no poem I have ever written or ever will write will top this one...