Furniture Quest
On this morn', I woke up thrice,
Once to men, and once to mice.
Last with banging upon my door,
I fell from bed, upon the floor.
I garbed myself, in pants and shirt,
Ones I hoped, were free of dirt.
I entered in, the living room,
I heard Oprah, and feared I'de swoon.
My mothers head, peared from the couch,
But the voice I heard, was Oscar the Grouch.
To my father, I looked for aid.
But each question shot, he would evade.
I scratched my head, and dawned my shoes.
To go out side, and fetch the news.
When into my car, my parents flew.
We were questing, this I knew.
I got in the car, behind the wheel.
I reved the engire, the tires squeeled.
We left my home, a simple abode,
And went speeding, upon the road.
The crazy traffic, was quite a sight,
Encroaching on speeds, that granted flight.
When past the store, we had just passed,
My parents cried "There, and get there fast!"
I swerved through lanes, and cars a-plenty,
And I glared ahead, through windows tinty.
I pulled in to park, at a break neck speed,
My parents jumped out, crying "We're freed!"
So at this store, a furniture glade,
For nigh but 6 hours, we looked and stayed.
Amidst the chairs, I felt quite ferral,
I realized, I was in perril!
A meeting I had, but 2 hours from then,
Across the town, with Ms. Megan!
We jumped in the car, about much debate,
On buying couch, or leaving it to fate.
My parents did buy it, but we had no room,
So when I drove, we were free to zoom.
I had developed a hunger, o'er the corse of the day,
And I grabbed a quick bite, at a local sub-way.
Then high me away, to the church I did go,
Did I make it on time, the answer is no.
My parts she assigneded, the villan for me,
Truth be my part, was Ben Bakari.
A safari guide, with malicious intent,
Who's life was all ruined, and savings all spent.
Who meant to use, the explorers on board,
To find him a bird, worth a handsome reward.
His plan-it was flawless, and so was his plot,
Save for the scene, where old Ben does get caught.
Then I came home, and sat in my chair,
And logged onto this, with minutes to spare.
I read about KimmY and saw what was new,
As being the villan, is all I've got to do.
So I'll study my lines, for quized I shall be,
On the life and fate, of Ben Bakari.
This was my day, I hopes it alright,
To all sweet dreams, and to all a good night.
~B-Fresh
Once to men, and once to mice.
Last with banging upon my door,
I fell from bed, upon the floor.
I garbed myself, in pants and shirt,
Ones I hoped, were free of dirt.
I entered in, the living room,
I heard Oprah, and feared I'de swoon.
My mothers head, peared from the couch,
But the voice I heard, was Oscar the Grouch.
To my father, I looked for aid.
But each question shot, he would evade.
I scratched my head, and dawned my shoes.
To go out side, and fetch the news.
When into my car, my parents flew.
We were questing, this I knew.
I got in the car, behind the wheel.
I reved the engire, the tires squeeled.
We left my home, a simple abode,
And went speeding, upon the road.
The crazy traffic, was quite a sight,
Encroaching on speeds, that granted flight.
When past the store, we had just passed,
My parents cried "There, and get there fast!"
I swerved through lanes, and cars a-plenty,
And I glared ahead, through windows tinty.
I pulled in to park, at a break neck speed,
My parents jumped out, crying "We're freed!"
So at this store, a furniture glade,
For nigh but 6 hours, we looked and stayed.
Amidst the chairs, I felt quite ferral,
I realized, I was in perril!
A meeting I had, but 2 hours from then,
Across the town, with Ms. Megan!
We jumped in the car, about much debate,
On buying couch, or leaving it to fate.
My parents did buy it, but we had no room,
So when I drove, we were free to zoom.
I had developed a hunger, o'er the corse of the day,
And I grabbed a quick bite, at a local sub-way.
Then high me away, to the church I did go,
Did I make it on time, the answer is no.
My parts she assigneded, the villan for me,
Truth be my part, was Ben Bakari.
A safari guide, with malicious intent,
Who's life was all ruined, and savings all spent.
Who meant to use, the explorers on board,
To find him a bird, worth a handsome reward.
His plan-it was flawless, and so was his plot,
Save for the scene, where old Ben does get caught.
Then I came home, and sat in my chair,
And logged onto this, with minutes to spare.
I read about KimmY and saw what was new,
As being the villan, is all I've got to do.
So I'll study my lines, for quized I shall be,
On the life and fate, of Ben Bakari.
This was my day, I hopes it alright,
To all sweet dreams, and to all a good night.
~B-Fresh