Poem and a Contest

My pen roars across the page
A lawnmower at full blast
He reaches the end
And spins on his head
Only to start mowing once more

My fingers fly around the keyboard
A tap dancer's energetic dance
They finish the phrase
And begin the word 'bays'
A crazy line of letters to come

My quill prances up and down the page
A skipping schoolchild playing
She runs out of fuel
Takes a dip in the ink pool
Dainty and quiet all the while

A poem is a poem
No matter the form
Remember that, my dear little child


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I'm going to have poem contest! Your task is to write a poem on any subject. I will pick one winner and they will win a million dollars! Just kidding. They win a poem about them. So... sign up! There is no limit for participants, but your poem is due March 14th. Get it to me in any way you can, whether it be by email if you know mine, New Moon Girls (awesome website), or commenting below! TTYL!