My Own Poem
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.