We were supposed to write a poem about a butterfly at school.
Here's my submission:
The Stupid Butterfly
The nice butterfly
Flies in the sky
beautiful pest
I slap on my chest
It's dead now.
Look at the cow
eating it's carcass
I named the cow Gus.
Guess
what Gus
eats at lunch
a dead insect
I do not object
to his sick habits
I rather like it
stupid butterfly
I cried 3 times
A poet would say, "I wept thrice".
You sir, are no poet.
Did I say I was?!!:p
Verily, he claimeth not be as poetic as thineself.
Bluke, thy tome beith praiseworthy!
Thy poem is worthy of praise
Thine words have spouted joyful tears from my eyes
It's like being inside of a maze
A maze where everyone dies.
I made another one, called
The Zombie Who Ate Manhattan
A zombie went to Manhattan
A zombie watched Patton
Even though he hated it.
A zombie went to Manhattan
A zombie only spoke Pig Latin
Then he popped a zit.
A zombie went to Manhattan
A zombie moved from Britain
He ordered a tongue piercing kit.
A zombie went to Manhattan.
A zombie ate Manhattan
'Cause he hated it.