Poetry

I’m really hungry for some yummy cake.
 
It is going to be a happy day.
 
The baker better not make it taste fake.
 
All of my friends and I down by the bay.
 
 
 
I can’t wait to get on the floor and dance.
 
I’m bouncing to the beat of the music.
 
I really hope that I don’t lose my pants.
 
Dancing so much I might even lose it.
 
 
 
It’s finally time to open the gifts.
 
Anticipation is building in me.
 
Hopefully I will not miss my work shift.
 
Yahoo! I got a brace for my bad knee.
 
 
 
And so my big day is sadly over.
 
Now back to work with my big lawn mower.