My Head Poem by Celina Vargas
My Head
I do not know what to do.
My brain is aching through and through.
Oh dear, guess who is here, it's my conscience knocking a the door saying 'Do this less! Do this more! '
My brain doesn't like this.
Not one bit, so it says
'Shut up! or I'll throw a fit! '
My conscience starts yelling and shouting and my brain starts pouting and muttering and then amid ll of the stuttering,
I finally fall asleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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