Ode To My Backpack

Everyone has their own backpack, everyone has their own napsack.
But me, I have a one of a kind, kind of pack on my back.
Like a heavy, old, worn-out home,
My carrier is so big and might even carry Rome!
Carrying all my books is the easiest part,
The things inside may help me become smart.
It's greatness can be shared with anyone.
The color might be as brown as a honey bun.
Everyone has their own haversack, everyone has their own rucksack.
But me, I have an oversized, gigantic kind of pack on my back.
Like a big brown mountain,
My holder is so large and could even carry a drinking fountian!
Carrying my journal, and gum are the most pleasant things,
Wearing this backpack will feel like a heavy set of wings.
It's delight can be shared with any person.
But, there is only thing that can make it worsen.
My biggest fear may occur one unlucky day,
If my backpack is heavy, if it's a heavy sleigh,
The straps may break, causing a fall to the ground!
Papers, books, markers flying all around!
And that's why I'll just tell you this,
Never, ever, ever get a backpack made by the Swiss.
Because on that very unlucky day,
When every cloud in the sky is gray,
Your heavy, weighty boulder on your back might break,
Papers, books, markers falling, causing a huge quake!
I'll wish you luck with your pack on your back,
That your backpack, napsack, haversack or rucksack won't go smack.




By: Amanda Adam