Snake
When I awoke one morning, A snakecoiled on my head. I asked, "What are you doing up there?" It looked at me and said . . . "What are you doing down there?" I curtly replied, "I asked you first!" The snake slithered down, unhappy with my reply, and covered my eyes. So, I fell headfirst out of bed and it was the worst. When I came to, the snake was gone. My head felt angry, bathed in agony, from falling out of bed. And so, when I awoke one morning, a snake was coiled on my head.
Some of these poems I have done for school projects (like this one and the one before this one "I Cannot Write A Poem!")