Clumsiness

• Robert Blew, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2009

I see a shade of red
It’s uneasy in my head
I see many laughing faces
Why so many disgraces?
I think I’ve bitten rubber
And I then begin to blubber
There are giggling sounds around me
I think they will soon drown me
It smells like fuel for fires
Just waiting to blow up
I feel like my head’s exploding
When will I ever grow up?

Clumsiness By Robert