Andre had an assignment to write a poem using all of his spelling words.
He was having a bad day.
This is his poem:

Bad Day

All day, one word echoes inside my head

"All your hopes are dead!"

I feel like my life is cut in halves.

My soul sings sad solos

While the leaves rustle below my feet.

I know what it's like to feel defeat.

My heroes call me zeroes.

I see dark clilffs and pale scarves

Around necks as dry as potatoes

And I hear sad songs from old pianos.

Folks' hate flows like lava from volcanoes.

Even the sheriffs shun me for days

Where the sun's rays are as red as tomatoes

And as low as the cellos

Or howls of the wolves.

No ratios or stereos play good from the studios

Or on the bookshelves.

Dear friend, to avoid thee

And believing yourselves

Or end up like calves.

Sad.

His teacher said, "WOW!"

So did I.