A Social Gathering |
BY: | |
Harieta Janet Vilsoni |
School Prom |
On June 17th | |
One Sunday ev-en-ing | |
I got myself ready | |
For a social gathering! | |
Dressed in red | |
With curls in my hair. | |
The gold in my necklace | |
Helped shine my outfit | |
With flats on both feet | |
Secured my stepping | |
That IÕd be safe for the evening | |
Without falling in front of people | |
School Prom |
It was a very exciting feeling | |
As I walked towards | |
The gate for the entering | |
I handed in my ticket | |
And walked through | |
Without an escort | |
Finding my friends | |
Standing next to them | |
was their glamorous looking | |
so called friends | |
Well groomed and standing proud | |
To show off their | |
Perfect tux | |
School Prom |
And classmates at their different corners | |
Looking very glam | |
In their very own designed outfits | |
With the DJ full suited | |
Ready to take on the dance floor | |
Surrounded by food | |
With colors of different veggies | |
And tasteful meet | |
Yumm! | |
I cant wait to dig inÉ | |
With music so loud | |
Just makes you wanna | |
Stand up | |
And shake a lil | |
Till your time is up | |
School Prom |
But the teachers never gave up | |
Watching us as we | |
Glided through | |
The dance floor | |
With music so groovy | |
We had one hell of a funky party! | |