Bottom line is, when I was in 2nd grade, I thought I was quite the little poet.

I even showed my notebook of poems to my teacher! This is what she had to say:

Dear Megan,

Thank you for sharing your wonderful poems. I loved them all. I hope you remember me when you become a famous poet!

Love,

Mrs. My 2nd Grade Teacher

So sweet of her, huh?

Yeah… unfortunately, I think she might have been lying… a lot.

You'll see why.

I will also include my opinion of what I think of my poems now.

I honestly don't know how I was so stupid back then.

Well, here you go, poem number 1!

New Verse for Twinckle Twinckle Little Star

Twincle Twinckle little

star, little angles

in the sky

shining brightly

in the heaven

How I wish to

be with you.

Twinckle Twinckle

little angles

way up high

in the moonlight

sky.

What I Think Now:

Holy cow Megan. Twinckle. Seriously? TWINCKLE.

It pained me to type that up. Twinckle. Ouch.

And what's up with the 'little angles"? I know you mean angels, but even then...

I'm not sure whether or not I should continue this collection.

Oh, the humiliation...