Poetry

I have a fear of onomatopoeia,
Whereas adjectives are my objective,
I put words with my verbs,
And smile at my similes.

I write down synonyms on a whim,
And constantly write down consonants,
Sometimes I drown in my nouns,
And succumb to any sentence.

This poem is merely a metaphor,
Never will it be anything more.

(C) Ashleigh-Letitia '06