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this is my first attempt at "poetry" so please try to read as much as u can :D

Run bhola run

Bhola woke up at 6:15

Bhola is only 15 

He fought he trembled 

But soon he surrendered 

Godmother woke her in a very scary voice 

She said "Bhola waking up so late is not very nice"

He stood up and towards

The bathroom he flew 

He had to make number 2

He knew that he didn't have much time 

But he loved brushing his teeth at same time 

He came out all wet and saw the clock tower

He gave his devilish smile cause no one knew he didn't shower. 

Now began his true run, he had breakfast 

And ran towards the school bus as usual last

He wasn't sad as opposed to common sense 

As he was hoping to see Lola and was pretty tense

He reached school but he was disappointed 

Cause he couldn't find Lola wherever he pointed 

For sometime, time went real slow

But seeing Lola , bhola's face began to glow 

To tell her how he feels 

our sad hero doesn't have the guts,

Cause he is scared that he will,

Get kicked in the nuts.

And then the lectures got over soon 

As bhola's time flew looking at Lola upto noon

Bhola's interaction with Lola till now was nil

But today bhola went for the kill

He went closer and got a better look 

But with what he saw all his nerves shook

Lola had a beard 

Bhola found it weird

And he knew it wasn't fun

All his senses suggested him

Run bhola run

Ran bhola like the winds 

and this is how the "poem" endssss....

2nd one

On the roof 

On the roof I sit and wonder 

Will the lightning hit me or the thunder 

Sitting alone I think sometimes 

Why do all the lines of my poem rhyme

I like the loneliness only trees surround me 

I am at last free from all the people around me

I m not a loner but I like some free time

Why do all the lines of my poem rhyme. 

I try to be funny all day 

But it makes me wonder 

Is it who I am or it's something I create 

The mess food Is bad but still I ate. 

The poem gets worse as I try harder to go on

And after many tries I come to the conclusion

nothing rhymes with on. 

Life's getting complicated

College coming to an end 

The mere thought of working

Makes me comprehend

Is it truly what I want 

Or maybe it's all a part of being funny and "successful" plan.