Self Analysis Poem

Self Analysis Poem

If I was to describe myself in rhyming word,

The things I say might sound quite absurd.

Early mornings and late nights are what I like,

Tall drops, high climbs, and vertigo inducing heights.

The sound of rain upon the glass,

But being in the rain…id rather pass.

Brown hair, brown eyes and a waitress by trade,

Big feet, false eyelashes, and the smell of suede?

Although it may sound stressful to you,

Public transport is what I always use.

When I’m not walking or swimming or spending my cash,

I’m seeing how long I can make the bus pass last.

With laddered tights, freckles and big eyes to see ya’,

Can’t say I don’t like sunshine tequila!

But I can say that I don’t like math’,

Physics, chemistry or pointless lined graphs.

My favourite things include English, Art and Social Study,

Long elongated, unprecedented, words found in the dictionary.

I collect books about architecture and breaking the 4^th wall,

But I cant really say I’ve read them all.

I love apricots, green bananas and squishy mango,

But bread, pasta and potatoes are a no go!

With so many plans and not enough time,

(bearing in mind I’m not having a whine!)

My hectic schedule makes it hard to write poetry for language,

So I wrote this on the train home from my 3^rd day at St Brendans college.

I don’t know what else to write about me...

So I suppose we’ll just stop now shall we.