Ok

So there once lived a village of Trids
Who lived at the bottom of a hill
And on the top of the hill there lived a giant
And everyday the giant would run down the hill and terrorize the poor Trids

So one day after the giant had terrorized their village
The king trid sayed "THAT'S ENOUGH! We don't have to take this. "
So he rounded up all ten trids
They ran up the hill to get the giant but he kicked them back down

So the king rounded up 25 Trids
and they got kicked back down the hill

So the king rounded up ALL the Trids in the village
and they ran up the hill
just to be kicked back down.
the king was about to give up when he noticed a rabbit
he asked the rabbit
"Would you like to go and try to get rid of the giant?"

the rabbit agreed and went up the hill
but wen he went up there the giant ignored him
he asked "why don't you kick ME down the hill giant?"

and the giant said "Silly rabbit! KICKS ARE FOR TRIDS!!"

tricks are for kids
trix are for kids

O.k. so this is my poem type thing

DON"T LAUGH! please.
This is a type of "freeform" poem
which does not have the expected
ryme scheme of a meter or shaksperean poem.

The thunder reminds of 1,000 horses,
Galloping through feilds and meadows.
Their soft yet heavy hooves,
Pounding the rich earth below.

The rain is like a rythum,
Played with no hands.
And yet,
Is the most wonderfull sound.
The blowing winds,
Its soft beggining.

When I sleep on my bedroom floor,
I can feel the thunder.
Rushing through the floor,
And strait into me.

I no longer feel,
Like I am sleeping on blankets and carpet.
But on soft ice,
Or in a cave.
Listening to the horses run,
And the music play.

I fell older,
Not from the future,
But the past.

I feel,
At one with the earth,
Again,
Atleast for a moment.

i CALLED THIS ONE "BLAH BLAH!"

I was really bored and came up with

BLAH BLAH!!!!

and that really is the name of it. ~_~

My weird picture I made when....... well just read what the thing says!