Craptastic poetry.

"I CAN'T think of an idea for a poem, Edward!" I said, falling back on my chair, exasperated. "Come on, Bella! Anything? I don't want you to fail." I sighed, leaning forward and putting my head in her hands. Then, an idea struck me. My brown eyes looked up, and she smiled at him. "Check the paper if Essence poems are allowed, please?" Edward did. "Yeah." Then he grinned, "You thought of an idea?" I just grabbed a pen and paper, and turned so he couldn't see as I wrote:

"Cold ones", the tribe calls them.
Doesn't mean much to me.

I passed the paper to him, and grinned, "You said anything." I laughed, obviously joking. "You're completely and utterly impossible, you know that, right, Bella?" I  sat upright on the chair, still laughing. "Let's be serious here!" I tried to sober myself up, but he was grinning now. He moved so I'd be sitting on his lap. I knew he was ready to joke around too by the way he was grinning. I put on a mock-innocent face, "Not good?" But, my laughter broke free. He joined in.

Soon enough, Alice came in, and saw the two of us laughing freely. She rolled her eyes at the scene, and picked up the assignment paper. "You're still working on this?" I nodded, trying to bring myself back to normal. "Yeah. I succk at poetry." She smiled, and sat on the chair opposite to ours. "Why don't you try a Tyburn poem, bella? They're easy enough. Four rhyming descriptive words. Fifth line uses the first two words, then the sixth uses the other two." I thought about that. I shrugged, and grabbed my paper, Crossing out the joke poem easily with my pen. Then I wrote:

Sweetest
Coldest
Kindest
Modest
He's the sweetest, but his skin coldest.
He's the kindest, and most modest.

Edward watched as I wrote, and I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye. "What?" I asked defensively as Alice drew bored of our endless display of affection. "what's it about?" I rolled my eyes, "Puppies, Edward. The sweet, modest, kind, cold puppies. What else would it be about?" He laughed, and kissed my chin "Now let's try to base your poems on something other than fairytale creatures." I laughed too, "Nope. I'm content with this."