This is Elizza's second poem published in our magazine. If you like this, you will like Under the Bed. Written by Elizza, published by Parvani.
"The Road Trip"
By Elizza
My family went on a road trip,
And I’ll tell you something: it wasn’t easy
Because first of all, I had a cat.
And it wouldn’t stop sneezing!
It’s a very long story
Of how that cat came to be
But I’ll tell it to you
And hope you learn a lesson from me.
I was going on a different road trip
In the middle of october
When I met some animals
And almost drove them over.
There was a little piglet
That jumped in through the window
And he wouldn’t ever leave
Then comes another piglet and -OH NO!
A murder of crows,
A gaggle of large squawking geese
A group of ducks
And that cat was still sneezing!
I wonder why,
All these animals have arrived,
I thought in my head,
As the animals layed down for bed,
So I followed them to sleep,
But oh goodness me!
Some animals were nocturnal
And the steering wheel was now covered in pee!
There was now a lion that roared,
So I couldn’t ever lie down again
In fear the animal would eat me
So I stayed up instead.
I sighed and I sighed,
And I tried and I tried
But the animals wouldn’t go away!
I yelled and yelled
And I dwelled and I dwelled
On what would make them go away!
But still, and still,
The animals insisted
On getting to stay.
So I drove on back,
To the north pole,
I dumped the animals out of the car,
And hoped they’d freeze in the cold.
BUT NO!
A whole week later,
There was a knock on my door.
And a policeman came bearing,
A lion that roared,
And a group of ducks,
And a murder of crows
And a gaggle of large squawking geese
And a little piglet,
Who jumped through the window
And that cat that gave one last sneeze
(To a sigh of relief
From the policeman and me)
But when the policeman left
He left something with me
And guess what he left?
The big responsibility!
Of all the animals,
Who soon became my family,
So we went on a road trip.
And remember that road trip?
That, my friends, was how it came to be.
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