My Own Poem

I made a cake,

But it was fake,

Because I had made it with a paper plate,

To make a real cake,

It was too late,

Cause I went to college,

To gain some knowledge,

While I was coming home,

My comb fell on the road,

When I was picking the comb,

I saw a car ford,

Which was of my favorite cousin George,

He dropped me at my house,

As soon as I entered in I saw a mouse,

Then I all forgot about the cake

That’s how my story ended.