During an English class, when my teacher had just given us an assignment to write two poems, I decided one of my two would be about the color yellow (Why? Trust me when I say I have no idea). A couple minutes later I came up with this stanza as the beginning of the poem, but I had to stop there. You see, I didn't doubt that, if she found out what I was doing, my English teacher would read the poem to the class. Thus I shoved it in my binder and have not yet found the words to continue it.

It never was used as one of the two poems for the assignment.

This is to my teacher, who, because this is the internet after all, will remain nameless.


The Yellow Stanza of Lemonade

Sweet lemony flavor,

spiced with sugar and water

dance with ice cubes-like frost

in a cup I desire.