This is my 27th post on this blog! And while I'm nowhere close to out of material yet, I've probably already posted the majority of my best work from my 7th grade poem books. There are a few real gems left, but I can't promise that everything I post henceforth will be quite as brilliant as Billy Fuzz, The BSC, or Follow Your Heart. Some of the remaining poems are just cute little ditties, like this: (sung to the tune of "Oh My Darling, Clementine.")

Dirty Clothes

In my room, by my closet
There's a pile of dirty clothes
It gets bigger every day
And the end nobody knows

Dirty clothes, dirty clothes
Pick them off the dirty floor
Put them down the laundry shoot
Dirty clothes are no more

C'est fin.