A poemmm.

There once was a man from Nevada
Who controlled the Spanish Armada.
When his day was done,
He refused to have fun,
That silly young man from Nevada.

This same young man had a vision
So he packed up, brought extra provisions
He wanted to see,
His ships on the sea
That same young man with a vision.

After travel so hard he reached sand,
And he shielded the sun with his hand
But nothing in sight
Could stop this man's plight
After travel so hard, reaching sand.

The man knelt down in the dunes
His heart, mind and soul felt like prunes
His dreames were dashed
For his ships had all smashed
And the man knelt down in the dunes.

As his teardrops fell he assumed
He knew from which mind this had bloomed
His unquestioned rivals
Who announced on arivals...
As his teardrops fell he assumed...

The man from Nevada was right!
As they popped out from rocks with delight
They shouted, exclaimed,
Their tagline and name-
The man from Nevada was right!

"NO ONE SUSPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!"

HAHA! I AM SUCH A POET NOT. (I used the rhyming dictionary!)
I made that for Margaret. 'Cause she asked in a post, for poems upon her return... SO.

I haven't been posting! Uh-oh. Every time I write something about my day, it doesn't work out. OH WELL!

And, guess what?

ONE DAY
50 MINUTES
54 SECONDS