Poetry rocks my socks...
MMMM, Poems :) Its Thursday, and you know what that means!!! Or at least you should. And if you don't then you're stupid and obviously don't read my upates on Thursdays. Poets are adorable by the way. Tonights theme was Rabid. Just rabid. So, um, yeah. Two incredibly stupid, non-serious, rapidly written down and not very well thought out poems:
Rabid Rabbits (I wrote this because I asked if it was ok to write about rabid rabbits, and Garrett said yes, and then proclaimed to everyone that I would be reading one about Rabid Rabbits, so I felt like I had to)(pretend I'm rapping)
Little rabbits everywhere
The hip...
The hop...
The hippity hop-hop...
You've got the flips, the flops...
Don't you know what you've got?
The R...
The A...
The BID...
OH YEAH!
Rabid Raccoon
Rabid Raccooon
Walked into his room
Only to find...
a mint on his pillow?
Rabid Rabbits (I wrote this because I asked if it was ok to write about rabid rabbits, and Garrett said yes, and then proclaimed to everyone that I would be reading one about Rabid Rabbits, so I felt like I had to)(pretend I'm rapping)
Little rabbits everywhere
The hip...
The hop...
The hippity hop-hop...
You've got the flips, the flops...
Don't you know what you've got?
The R...
The A...
The BID...
OH YEAH!
Rabid Raccoon
Rabid Raccooon
Walked into his room
Only to find...
a mint on his pillow?