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Alaina Baker Poem
I can't afford to write one more joke.
This is my last poem; i'm officially broke.
Copyright © Alaina Baker | Year Posted 2021
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Alaina Baker Poem
One day I was walking through the woods,
Since it was the quickest route to my house.
As I approached my house I heard a loud CRASH!
This was pequilier because I had been living alone for years now.
I cautiously approached my front door.
Although I was quiet, my door had other plans.
CREEEEAK.
I prayed that whatever or whoever was in my house was hard of hearing.
I continued to enter into my house.
I don't believe that it heard me, since the noises continued.
I couldn't locate where the sound was coming from so I began to check the rooms.
I kicked each door down with a BOOM!
PING! I heard from the kitchen.
The second I figured out where it was coming form I dashed to the location of the sound.
I entered the room to see a possum rummaging through my stuff.
I grabbed my trusty broom and began swatting at it.
a loud HISS from the possum startled me but I continued to shoo it out of my house.
It chewed through the insulation on my windows so I replaced it with a piece of woods in hopes that it wouldn't come back.
Copyright © Alaina Baker | Year Posted 2021
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Alaina Baker Poem
The woman shaped mountain, though old it would thrive.
But who could have know she had been real and alive.
I hadn't known she was a woman, till she stared into my eyes.
The townsfolk think i'm lying, I hear all their rude replies.
Soon enough they'll understand. A plan I shall contrive.
Copyright © Alaina Baker | Year Posted 2022
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That time of the year.
Families all gathered up.
Waiting eagerly,
Prize turkey on the table.
We call this dream thanksgiving.
Copyright © Alaina Baker | Year Posted 2021
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