Author's Note: This is a short poem that I wrote in about two minutes, I debated whether or not to put this up, just because it is pointless. A new category should be created for work like this: Pointless Poetry. :) I wrote this to win an award from a website, to put on my Rainbow Brite site, Rainbow Brite Land. (Even after this pathetic attempt I got it! Yeah! :)) Anyway, the requirements called for a poem about Rainbow Brite's boots, so, without furthur ado and long boring author's notes, I present to you
Your boots are swell
Did you find them in a well?
I'd really like to know,
Are you going to wait and tell me when it will snow?
I demand to be told
I will not be treated like some kind of mold!