My Poem.

I wrote another poem. It was supposed to be for the warfare thinger. But the way it was planned...doesn't quite fit the way I wrote it. And...yeah. But maybe it is. Who knows. I'm not quite sure. So whatever. And yeah. Here it goes...

I was random. I was being funny. Or trying..anyway. Most likely failing. But yes. I tried.

Once there was a man named Plato
And when he was young he loved to play with Play-Dough
He liked to eat it too...
but his mother disaproved.

And there was another man. His name was Aristotle
And all his life, he loved to toddle

But one day. One fatal day.
When they thought all their problems were at bay.

DISASTER STRUCK! *everyone gasps*

When things started going amuck....

When a new kazoo player came to town
Joe Jonas.
The guru of Shih-Tzuz
He lived in a bayou
in a hut. Made of bamboo.
and corn.
Oodles and oodles of corn.

He loved to feast on baloney.
while driving a zamboni
Where he gave his testimony
about his longings...for a Shetland pony.

But along came Robin Hood.
And brought back Joe Jonas' second childhood.

When Maid Marion came along.
Joe forgot about his boyhood.
All he could think of was the Maid of Sherwood

She made him pudding.
Oodles and oodles of pudding.
Plum pudding
snow pudding
cottage pudding
Yorkshire pudding
and Indian pudding too.

All while she lectured him...
about the amazingness of do-gooding

"Why must I be a fan of Britain?" questioned Joe.
Even though he was smitten.
"Though...I do love the fur of a kitten."

Maid Marion sneezed...
for she was not at all pleased
"That must be immdidately unwritten!"

Then suddenly.

Natasha Beningfield...or something
popped up, and started belting out her Disney hit.

"Feel the rain on your skin! No one else can feel it for you.
No one else!
No one else!"

"Gosh! This is swell!" exclaimed Joe as the lady kept on singing

He saw a beautiful girl with the name of Giselle
out of Maid Marion's window.
And wanting some sport,
he bounded out with a great amount of
creme caramel.

"Fare thee well!" called Maid Marion.
"But watch out for that storm cell!"
"alright! The pudding was delicious! Thank you much!"
It was then Joe realized that he had eaten too much.

He ran, hearing Giselle's concert
When he fell down into the dirt.
And ruined his favorite Hawaiian shirt.
He cried in horror.
For also his pants, which were extremely skinny,
had gotten a stain
of a jade plant.
Once again, he screamed in horror.

He longed to be in El Salvador.
But Joe had lost sigh of the young lady with the pompadour.
Giselle, who had fled to Artesian-Wells
to learn Latin and Logic
From Mr. Wells.

Thinking of his close shave
Joe forgave Giselle
and let her go sing.
and learn latin.
And make dresses out of curtains.

When David Downs (the producer of Celtic Woman)
came out, and was appalled by Joe's horrible singing skillz.

So he decided to give Joe a couple of drillz.

But it failed. David's skillz were to no avail.
Joe still screeched. and howled.
David Downs scowled.
For Joe was being exactly like a screech owl.
David threw in the towel..and left.

Joe smiled really big when he left.
For he had cold feet. Clammy feet.
So Joe sat down, and ate a pile of sweet meats....


And...wanted some more. But there was none to be had.
So he was sad. So very sad.

THE END

Yes. I wrote that. Yes. It was stupid. No, I'm not crazy. At least, I hope not. And yes, I'm sorry if that scared you. Now. I shall go.

Say whatever you like about this poem. Doesn't matter to me. Lol.