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The Stick Man

One day while I was at the school, sitting in the class,

I was drawing on a peice of paper, to get the time to pass.

I wanted to draw something good but didn't know where to start.

I guess in fact if the truth was known, I'm not that good at art.

 

So I drew a line, then lines for legs. With feet that were so flat.

Then more lines for arms and  a head on top. On top of that a hat.

I made two hands with fingers five for the end of every arm.

Put eyes and nose upon his face, and a smile to give him charm.

 

Then the man I drew did a funny thing, right before my eyes.

Jumped off the paper, stood by my desk, and grew to human size.

And while the teacher was teaching class, writing with the chalk,

The man I drew looked around the room, and then began to talk.

 

He spoke right out the everyone, with a voice that was so clear.

So loud in fact they looked around, but the teacher didn't hear!

He began to sing and then to dance, he looked so awefully weird,

Cause when he turned he was so thin, he almost disappeared.

 

Then he gave a wink, tipped his hat, went back from where he came.

I was so shocked I didn't hear when the teacher called my name.

When I looked up, there she stood right in front of me.

She grabbed the paper and held it up, for all the class to see.

 

While they looked he waved goodbye, and tipped his hat again.

And from that day right up till now, I've had myself a friend.

I keep that picture up on my wall, and ever time we can,

We get together for a game or two, just me and my stick man...

                                                                Fentiman

 

 

Date added 2010-01-02 | Poem Views 327
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