It is the faint sign of the plus,

That made me fuss, and cuss

but, it is the future, that helped my future,

what stopped me from being an abuser.

This was not my first cuss, that will be a fuss

But my first wiggle that did not make me jiggle,

This wiggle made me giggle.

But along with the giggles comes a cost

That will cost a lot, And make me fuss a lot

On top of making a fuss in the parking lot

But with all that fuss and cuss,

Will come a cost that will not make me fuss

After a fuss will come a light so bright

And then we can shut out the light

When the time is right,

But for now I Will enjoy my wiggles

That make me giggle.

a poem I wrote for my English class. :) please don't take without giving credit! Stephanie Horn :) I hope you ladies like it