It's all a farce, these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o'er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.

I surprised some of you this week by saying not to worry about making mistakes so much.  I don't mean don't try to pass your exams and tests, they are important because you need those little pieces of paper, but don't let fear stop you from experimenting with English.  One of the top UK poets (I had the privilege of seeing him perform in Nottingham once) Benjamin Zephaniah, might convince you, if I can't.  Double negatives, grammar all turned about, but it forms part of the poem and it works! 

Your house is
Falling down
Around
Your
Feet,
And you got
Nought
To eat,
Don't worry
Be happy.

When did you start your tricks, Monsieur? 
What do you stand on such high legs for?
Why this length of shredded shank,
You exaltation?

Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.
Old year you must not die;
You came to us so readily,
You lived with us so steadily,
Old year you shall not die.