this is my poem When I go home I sat on the mat wich was fat I open door and get bored and sit on the fat mat I do'nt get bored if I get home, and play Or then at home I wont really wanna stay I open my game and look at my fame on my game its is still the same and my game is not the same
Kia ora Jas. I love the way you’ve shared your poem as simple text and also as a poster. Maybe you could enter your poem into our poetry slam and check out some other entries.