Stephen Curry

Stephen Stephen ate his chicken, but he soon began to worry.‘I did not sleep well!’, he said. His eyes were pretty blurry.With his game real soon, poor Stephen ran off in a hurry. I said, ‘Take it easy! Take your time. Digest your curry!’ Tag Brett’s...

Taylor Swift Poem

November 2017 Taylor One day I met Taylor. She was sitting by the lift.She strummed her guitar strings. It was clear she had a gift.I asked her to race me. She said yes though she seemed miffed.She skied very slowly. I guess Taylor wasn’t Swift. Tag Brett’s...