A Poem

Due tomorrow is a poem

I don't know what to do

Should it be happy, sad, or wholesome?

I haven't got a clue

Do I make it short
Or drag it on?
My pencil will not write
The word are stuck
I'm in a muck
My head is filled with fright

The clock is ticking
My brain is fried

The sweat drips down my face

Tomorrow at eight

Will determine my fate

If my poem can go from nothing to great!