Friday, October 31, 2014

This is a poem about Paul revere wasting his time during the war

The Midnight Ride wasted by Paul Revere

Listen my children and you shall see
that paul revere did not need his feet,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Paul revere didnt need a ride
as you can see he wasted his time
in this nicely created rhyme
He fell off his horse on to his face
Suddenly he realized he got the taste
of sand and dirt on his tongue
then that feeling had finally rung
He came up with a way to take the taste
away from his ugly looking face
He took to his horse to spread the word
Ready to ride and hope to be heard
and the sooner he gets to his first location
i can tell all about his wasted time and preparation