Friday, November 26, 2010

5...7...5

This is a haiku.
I am such a great poet.
Refrigerator.

This is a series.
This continues from the last.
Is this a haiku?

Poems are fun, right?
But I can't count very well.
To me, it is hard.

But I counted right.
This makes me so amazing.
I am so modest.

Well, here comes the end.
You guys must be really sad.
Unless you don't read.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Shoot for the moon. If you miss, you hit the cow.

I suppose that would be a very bad thing if you were a vegan, or even if the cow was a male and you were a vegetarian, but then you'd have a new cow as a pet. :D

Cows are quite delicious awesome, as they never cease to amaze me. For example, at sixth months, cows are capable of swallowing a magnet the size of two of those pink and rubber erasers. As a six year old, you you do that without choking? Further more, the cow is able to swallow metal objects, like nails and tin. Can you do that?

Obviously, a cow is cooler than you, and your mom.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Pony

Dear Athena:

I have obtained a pony.

However, you can't have it.

Its name is Eeyore. Like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh.

I named it Eeyore because it might be a donkey.

Yours truly,

Nina