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.
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