Today is the day,
That I will pass 6th grade,
A's and B's on my report card please,
Pencils dancing freely,
With pens writing and sweating,
Oh please,
I hope I pass this terrible thing,
Reaching my fingers in between the report card,
Looking for the first two letters in the alphabet,
Oh no I scream I got the first three letters in the alphabet,
Running home with no flowers in mind,
I meet up with my parents and I relized,
We need to talk
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I wrote this poem because it was just how I felt when I recieved my report card. This poem is based on Metaphors.
Oh yes! Report card day can be nerve racking and writing is a great way to let people know how you feel. I "saw" a nice personification image of "dancing pencils" ...really nice! Sometimes I wish my pencils and pens would dance for me...maybe I could get more work completed!
I also want to say how great you and your partner looked onstage Friday night. Very nice job! Poetry in motion? DC
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