I wrote this poem when I was 12 or 13 years old. Actually, I haven’t written a poem since that time. Woopsie!
This poem makes me cringe a bit, because it has a very “It was a dark and stormy night”-vibe to it, and all the rhymes in the third stanza are really miserable, but I still think it’s pretty good!
It was a horrible night,
The thunder was loud,
The lightning was bright,
Dark grey, were all the clouds
The crew was running around,
Gathering ropes, and tying knots
Praying the sea wouldn’t take their lives,
Panic was in everyone’s thoughts
The sea was roaring
The sea was raging
The waves were climbing
The sailor’s courage was aging
“Time for you to get out of the bath, Timmy!”
Called out mom, who was cooking dinner
So Timmy put down the boat, and got out of the bath
Thinking that next time, the sea would be the winner.
- Adam V. Dufour