Writing 201: Poetry. Day Ten: Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus
I and my hoverboard up in the air
My hover board comes tomorrow!
I can’t wait…
As soon as the package comes,
I will rip it open with a scream.
For I am the only one, that will have one on my block.
The kids will be jealous, but I won’t care.
I and my hoverboard up in the air.
I’ll go to the store, maybe the mall.
Maybe to the drive in…
To score a hot dog.
I will keep my hoverboard under my bed.
Safe and secure, out of sight and out of reach.
Oh, the places we will go…
To the zoo, then the park.
Or maybe just riding it down my street, for everyone to see.