A Not-So-Serious Poem about Pre-teens


I’ll make a short announcement:

I can’t be independent.

So how on earth can I mature,

If self-reliance isn’t in my nature?


I’m in the stage of pre-teens,

I’m no longer a child, but not yet a teen.

I’m no longer the child I used to be,

A lot of changes happen, let’s wait and see.


My classmates and I already have pimples,

I’m lucky I don’t have inflamed red pimples.

All of us are having our growth spurts

We can easily outgrow most of our t-shirts.


My favorites are not the same as before

Then, I like tinola, but now I like Knorr.

(Yes, they’re crazy, but they rhyme anyway

Finding words that rhyme is as hard as hardened clay)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s