Poem about Triscuits

Jenna comes into the room with a packet of triscuits
And offers me some.
They are salted. I don’t like salted foods;
They’re too much like the ocean.

Jenna, skintight leggings,
Comes into the room with a packet of trisctuits.
They make an odd noise as they’re chewed,
Like the grunts of a broken bone.

Jenna used to sail the seas but now
She can just open a packet of triscuits and tell me
How much she loves the prairie wind.
‘Cause it’s endless like that, ‘cause it’s yellow like that.

She looks at me with a mouth fulla triscuits and she dares say
That the house is too empty.
It’s got walls and a floor and you’re saying that you want more?
I’m saying you want less ‘cause you like the skies and counting ‘em.

Jenna used to use the stars but now
She can just point at the ceiling and say
It’s too empty ‘cause it has nothing to it but what it is.

:c
so good omg ahhh

This is awesome!!! How do you write like that?

This is awesome! :33

@Silmaril: Practise, English class, and practise.

@Ani and Sis: Thank'ee!

I love it! It's awesome.

Dude, you will be an awesome writer. I love it. :3

1000/10!!!!!!
what those people said...
"it's awesome"

GREAT JOB!!!!!!

It's epic. The timeline or poem story (if their is one) is pretty clear to me, and the words of your poem are true and not copying someone else's. Aye mate.

Thank you all! Was there anything specific you liked about it?

Makkine wrote:

Thank you all! Was there anything specific you liked about it?

The third stanza is magnificent.

Lovley Poem about triscuits.

@Makkine: I really love the voice in it and the fourth stanza, 'cause it's funny.

Wow, this is the best poem I've ever heard! It's amazing!