Chris Miner
- 1. Po em Ant hro lo gy By: Chris Miner
- 2. Ta ble Of Co nt ents You can’t write about taxis Where I Come From Jackson Backwards Bill
- 3. You Cant Write A Poem About Taxis Taxi cabs are a bright yellow and black and They all smell like smoke and air fresheners Taxi cabs all have mean drivers and They all go way to fast and you wonder how you don’t get pulled over Taxi cabs always charge more than they should and They can maneuver their cabs through the smallest gaps
- 4. Where I’m From I'm from Bionicles and legos from gamecube and Power Rangers and the big rock behind our house I'm from the days where our swamp flooded from gameboy color and Sunday Soccer I'm from Legos and 3 Musketeers from Sonic the Hedgehog and Pokemon
- 5. Jackson Jackson Named for our favorite ski mountain coat black as night disappears after dark Jackson waiting patiently for us to come home from a long ski day is there waiting for us to play Jackson really lazy sleeps a lot is very protective though he is small
- 6. Backwards Bill Backward Bill, Backward Bill, He lives way up on Backward Hill, Which is really a hole in the sandy ground (But that's a hill turned upside down). Backward Bill's got a backward shack With a big front porch that's built out back. You walk through the window and look out the door And the cellar is up on the very top floor. Backward Bill he rides like the wind Don't know where he's going but sees where he's been. His spurs they go "neigh" and his horse it goes "clang," And his six-gun goes "gnab," it never goes "bang." Backward Bill's got a backward pup, They eat their supper when the sun comes up, And he's got a wife named Backward Lil, "She's my own true hate," says Backward Bill. Backward Bill wears his hat on his toes And puts on his underwear over his clothes. And come every payday he pays his boss, And rides off a-smilin' a-carryin' his hoss.
- 7. The End