i hate literture. i can't write poem to save my life.

i was ask to write one during my humanities course. nothing fantastic, but a milestone for me. an achievement. like conquering mount everest!

so i want to share it with the world. my first and only poem, written by the me - the jazzy cool beagle

here goes.... written in the botanical gardens

day or night
beautiful as it is sound and sight
but at last
it is but all,
made by the hands of man