I’ll Rhyme for a Dime
9/29/2010 Cary Academy John Thomas M.
Meeti M ng a H Hero Standing o on a fake graassy plain as green as an n emerald, Pine trees towering majesticcally over mee, My two hysterical Disney herooes next to m me, e the sun wiith pride. I beamed like How could D H isney get anny better? My inspiration sto ood right acrross from m me. I felt that I migh ht burst withh happiness. I smiled ass my twin sisster pleadedd to take a piicture, Finaally she got her chance, hed like lighttning, The camera flash Chip and Dale ssmiled next tto me, bing their eye es as I giggle ed childishly at their hystterical antics, Rubb After each o A one of my eaager sisters bblinding whitte shots, This was par T radise at its ffunniest.
This Piccture was tak en by my sister. EEnjoy her Phootography.
It’s G Good tto Be a Twin n e I was squin nting at the ccamera as thhe sun beat down on mee. There The leaning tower off Pisa stood leaning overr me, It’s structurre reaching ffor the sky aand sinking t o the ground at the sam me time. I grroaned insid de my head aat the thougght of havingg to go throu ugh the spiraal staircase. It would d feel like a rrollercoasterr except this rollercoasteer didn’t stop until you rreached the top. I w wondered ho ow I would e ever make it up the wind ding stairs. While tthe tower crreaked, with the wind blowing its truumpet at thee fragile building I doubted myself even moree. The en I grinned,, at least my sister would d be there tooo. That’s w what twins arre for right? Live together,, eat togethe er, and best of all sufferr together. Now I would be just fine since I would not bbe the only o one complain ning. I smiled like the sun n as I conside ered the tho ought; a mann walked up and asked to o take a pictture, With the m man’s camera flashing re epeatedly, I tthought, it’ss good to be a twin.
This Piccture was nott taken off thee interneet. Enjoy.
Don’tt Get tthe W Wrong Half
Qu uote: Beware of the half‐truth because you may end up getting hold of the wrrong half. By “Anonymous”
Half of the tru uth sometim mes right. Haalf of the tru uth sometim mes wrong. Like a poisonous appple, Han nging in balaance, like a sspider on its thin strandss of thread. Somettimes it’s rig ht. Sometimes it’s wroong. Like a man standing pre ecariously onn the gallow ws block, waying in th e breeze. Like scales, sw Thatt is the truth . Not the half‐ N ‐truth, but t he truth. So bewarre of the halff‐truth, or yo ou may be t he man on tthe gallows b block.
This Poem was hand draawn. Enjoy.