A Show

humorous alliteration poem for a project for school

On a white washed wall,

With hills hella tall,

Where trees touched the top,

And the sky seldom stopped,

The sun shined as yellow,

Everyone was mellow,

It was the perfect place,

For a slow snail race.

Starting on the starting line,

Fixated on the finish line,

The snails slowly begun

Would they ever be done?

On the edge of their sweaty seats,

Suddenly still down to their feet,

Forty feet and fifteen minutes later,

The racetrack was a crater.

The crowd commemorated the winner in cheers,

They jubilantly jumped up, spilling their beers.

Now, where would the people go?

They called the police and waited, as their favorite show,

The men from the wall were into slow shows.

I dare you, order a pizza and call the police,

See who gets there first at least.