sonnet written by the class

I couldn't decide on a name for it though.



directly form class:

Every morning I wake up brand new
No longer weary after a long sleep
Ready to run and play and shout all day,
But told the blue gray -fog had other plans
The best laid plans can go corrupt however
I will always know the things gone wrong
Arguing is the thing that makes us sure
That we both need our space in a hurry
Otherwise murder is next
Red, black all jumped together the end-
Looking around to find my twin
That does not exist o this same planet
Yet we see the same stars, the same comets
And our galaxies will collide forever.

after rewording:

Every morning I wake expecting clear skies, a great day.
But this blue-gray fog is showing me otherwise.
Placing me, and us, in an awkward mood
fore warning me.
Arguing occurs soon after
Unsurprised and un-phased I tell him,
just like on every other bad day
I wish we didn’t exist on this same planet
Yet we see the same stars, the same comets
And our galaxies will collide forever.
This fighting is pointless,
If only the sun would have shined.
But, if it’s ugly tomorrow as well I think murder may be next