The Saga of Maroon and Black

The buckle snapped, 
My mother clapped, 
I didn't know what to do.
I stomped around in tension, it was time to sew.
I ran to my closet, 
Filled with wrappers of chocolate.
I searched about,
I was in doubt,
It made me want to shout.

The search of maroon and black that were in the stack,
Made me lose my mundane track.
It truly is a fact,
Oh, losing my uniforms is my tact.

Comments

  1. Unknown23 December 2017 at 02:46

    This is my new favorite poem!

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    1. A Decade of Words23 December 2017 at 07:09

      Oh thank you very much!
      Keep giving me comments and I am open to criticism!

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  2. Sandhya25 December 2017 at 23:31

    so rhyming and so rythmic :)
    I am reading it loud like a song! great job dear.

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  3. Anonymous28 December 2017 at 02:33

    tee hee!

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