Saturday July 6th, 2013

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: the graduate.

Off to see Kat's graduation ceremony, so this is a scheduled post.


So much hard work
Will culminate right here.
I hope you know
How proud I am my dear.


Greg said...

I think you may have had someone in mind when you were writing your poem! ;-) It's beautiful.

The graduate
His head is full of knowledge –
It's held there by his hat.
He smiles and asks you wisely,
"Do you want fries with that?"

morganna said...

Sweet poem, Marc. Congratulations to Kat.

Off to the real world
How does it work now?
Does money fall from the sky
On Mondays or Tuesdays?

Marc said...

Greg - nah, nobody in particular :P

Your poem made me laugh, so thank you for that.

Morganna - thank you, I shall pass that along :)

Money should definitely fall from the sky on Mondays. Would be a much better way to start the week.