zoia

poem about sophies experience oh to be old, to be old and gowing bald, the thought gives howl a fright! but I was old, yet I was bold, and don't forget I won the fight!-with my help! howl! this is my poem, go and write your own! now where was I? oh yes- to be bound by a curse, oh what could be worse! Ah yes, being silenced by it!-er, miss hatter, that doesn't rhyme...i know that!- Yet i would rather be healthy thatn wealthy-can't you be both? Yes,no, I don't know! alright, I'm going!- and though weak, healthy was I. oh to meet a witch, icy and strong! the spell was so brief, oh what else could go wrong!- well, there always is..do you want to hear my poem or not!?-