A/N: Hi again! Hope you choose to click on this one here. Once again, please read XP. Anyways, this one is about Tiki (that is how I will spell his name, if wrong please correct) with Allen (once again) being the 'writer' of the poem. This was also done for school, for the Hyperbole poem. With a min. of 10 lines and 4 hyperboles. I decided to underline them for you. Please read and review and I greatly appreciate constructive criticism if I did something wrong.
Cracks
His smile was so huge,
it would crack his skin.
That is what I always thought.
One day when he is black,
his skin will surely crack.
"I never look in the mirror"
he told me once.
"It always cracks when I try,
and brings more bad luck in cards.
That is why I lost to you"
I stifle a laugh.
His skin is so strange,
it looks like he baths in olives.
That strange olive skin.
His frown is so small,
that his mouth disappears in his face.
But then he looks at me,
and he smiles again.
That cursed smile that will surely crack his skin.