I wrote this poem for a ninth grade English class. I just found it while going through old boxes. My teacher liked it! She gave me a B.

A pox on you, Steve Miller.
Though I'm known as a joker, too.
I'm not a Space Cowboy whose spurs
dig deeply into my private space, like yours.

I also want to fly like an eagle,
away from small talk,
and any unwanted pregnancies
that I'm going to be a part of.

So don't keep on a rock'n me baby,
please don't keep rock'n me baby.
Baby baby baby baby
take the money and run.

In 1989 David Copperfield,
draped a big old jet airliner.
"Abracadabra," he yelled out
that airliner was gone.