A showcase of my terrible poetry for the sake of a grade on Iambic Pentameter:
The Time for Playing
A. D. Sage
I want to go where there’s a view for kids,
Where monkey bars surround the lava pits,
Where tunnels lead to other worlds with seas,
When all the climbing was a conquered step,
Where swings uncover flying as an art,
Where friends become the best in under trees,
When running was for fun and not a chore,
Where birds and dogs enjoy the sun with us.
The time for playing was a sacred time.
The best of days unfolded with a park.