I Wrote an Awful Poem

I Wrote an Awful Poem

I wrote an awful poem;

it was bad in the extreme.

I showed it to my sister

and it made my sister scream.

I gave it to my mother

and she promptly flipped her lid.

My father blew a gasket,

and my baby brother hid.

I brought my poem with me

when I came to school today.

My teacher nearly fainted

and my friends all ran away.

I never knew a poem could be

such amazing fun,

but that was such a blast,

I think I'll write another one.