We must have been assigned to make a picture out of words. Yeah, not a poet…
The Cheshire Cat
I speak to my Cheshire cat,
In a tone that pleases him.
If he smiles ’til the clock strikes nine
I feed him liver which is fine.
This paper has no date but it does have directions for how to write a cinquain:
I wrote two but didn’t finish the first:
Softly flying landing
Playing, working, having fun
Yeah, I’m pretty much a failure at cinquains.