Well since my life is a bore,
but I wanted to journal once more,
you may find that this rhymes,
it's no trick of the times,
it's really an interesting chore.

My birthday was only last week,
on Halloween night, so to speak.
But though I am legal,
I feel far from regal,
for the future still looks rather bleak.

My fish are all doing quite grand,
and I would like to give them a hand.
For so many have died,
it has ruined my pride,
and their living will be heard 'cross the land.

In English we're learning a bit,
like how to spell, and not fail and quit.
But we've read many stanzas,
they've made me go bananas,
perhaps this journal was inspired by it.

I still have to draw things for friends,
to appease them and meet their demands.
Including art for my brother,
and then several others,
I'm at procrastination's dire ends.

It's best that you be on your way,
for I've run out of things to say.
I've never been witty,
it's not very pretty,
but I hope that you have a nice day. C: