another of THOSE POEMS
This is almost completely unedited from its original version, which was me typing this in an IM window. If it seems really random, that's cause I wrote the whole thing in 11 minutes and didn't delete anything. And I often did weird things to make it rhyme. Anyway, I hope it entertains you at least a little.
once there was
a gnome
and i wanted to write
a poem
so i did.
once there was
a fig
and a branch
with a twig
and i thought
why not?
i'll write a poem
...so i did.
once there was
a pole
on a
grassy knoll
full of bunnies
and mice
...not wheat
or rice
and i had to think
not once,
not thrice,
but twice
about this poem
...but i wanted
to write a poem
...so i did.
once there was
a dude
he chewed
and glued
but rhyming
is for losers
oh well,
i'll be a chooser
because i wanted to write a poem
so i did.
once there was
a bug
he wanted a hug
but no one hugged
they just sat and chugged
because no one wants
to hug a bug
so the bug got sad
he went to his dad
and said,
"dad, why will
no one on this hill
hug me?
in the tree?"
and the dad said
"son, one day
you'll play
and you'll understand.
it's all about the band."
and the bug realized
his father had real eyes
...and he was right.
so he took flight.
away into the sky
and never again cried.
because i wanted to write a poem
and i did.
and that bug went way up
to watch the world cup
quidditch or soccer
or something off its rocker
but whatever it was
it caused a huge buzz
and the whole world came
even in the rain
but then it turned out
the rain burned out
and the cup was not
instead, there was a pot.
and the bug was the star
everyone came from near and far
to hear his story
and share the glory
of his realization
imagination
so he inspired the world
and no one hurled
because they were hungry
but not angry
and they clapped
and rapped
and lauded the bug
and even gave him a hug
and a small tear formed in his eye
because he knew that up in the sky
there were people who really cared
and he spared
his past thoughts
and robots
and forgot how we was once mad
because he was so glad
that everyone finally loved him
and they gloved him
with a glove of cool
and they all went to the pool
and lived happily ever after
but no one ever asked her
anything, because he
wasn't a girl bug, you see.
and i smiled
like a small child
because i wanted to write a poem
and i did.
once there was
a gnome
and i wanted to write
a poem
so i did.
once there was
a fig
and a branch
with a twig
and i thought
why not?
i'll write a poem
...so i did.
once there was
a pole
on a
grassy knoll
full of bunnies
and mice
...not wheat
or rice
and i had to think
not once,
not thrice,
but twice
about this poem
...but i wanted
to write a poem
...so i did.
once there was
a dude
he chewed
and glued
but rhyming
is for losers
oh well,
i'll be a chooser
because i wanted to write a poem
so i did.
once there was
a bug
he wanted a hug
but no one hugged
they just sat and chugged
because no one wants
to hug a bug
so the bug got sad
he went to his dad
and said,
"dad, why will
no one on this hill
hug me?
in the tree?"
and the dad said
"son, one day
you'll play
and you'll understand.
it's all about the band."
and the bug realized
his father had real eyes
...and he was right.
so he took flight.
away into the sky
and never again cried.
because i wanted to write a poem
and i did.
and that bug went way up
to watch the world cup
quidditch or soccer
or something off its rocker
but whatever it was
it caused a huge buzz
and the whole world came
even in the rain
but then it turned out
the rain burned out
and the cup was not
instead, there was a pot.
and the bug was the star
everyone came from near and far
to hear his story
and share the glory
of his realization
imagination
so he inspired the world
and no one hurled
because they were hungry
but not angry
and they clapped
and rapped
and lauded the bug
and even gave him a hug
and a small tear formed in his eye
because he knew that up in the sky
there were people who really cared
and he spared
his past thoughts
and robots
and forgot how we was once mad
because he was so glad
that everyone finally loved him
and they gloved him
with a glove of cool
and they all went to the pool
and lived happily ever after
but no one ever asked her
anything, because he
wasn't a girl bug, you see.
and i smiled
like a small child
because i wanted to write a poem
and i did.