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I'm a Poet and I don't really Know it
They told me to come up with a silly stinking rhyme.
But, I ain’t got no time.
So if you give me a dime,
I will make you some killer rib n’ prime.
They say that I have committed a crime.
But, that is a whole bunch of slime.
Here in Mathison’s class,
We are reading to get a food pass.
Somebody just passed the gas.
But, we ain’t fishing for no bass. (Yo)
I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
Nor do I ever want to show it.
Because I know I won’t be able to throw it.
When they say that it is time to blow it.
But I will be able to sow it.
But can’t really grow it.
I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
I am sitting here trying to think of something to read.
I have to choose between a good or bad deed.
The kid sitting in front of me is named George Mead.
I wonder if I should give him a lesson on greed.
Or, if I should help him plant a seed.
It is my turn up at the chair.
But, it is more than I could ever bear.
The kid in front of me is eating a pear.
But, I really couldn’t care.
I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
Nor do I ever want to show it.
Because I know I won’t be able to throw it.
When they say that it is time to blow it.
But I will be able to sow it.
But, can’t really grow it.
I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
My palms started to sweat.
It was too late to regret.
This wasn’t a boring subject.
So, I wasn’t going to object.
The whole world in front of me starts turning.
My head was churning.
It was like the whole room was burning.
I start to speak.
I was too scared to even take a peak.
But a wise man once told me I was gonna need to seek.
If ever I was going to climb the highest peak.
I was going to need to help the poor and the meek.
Just then the door started to creak.
In came a guy who looked very bleak.
He started talkin loud so, I said “What the freak!”
“I’m trying to read here!
So if you want, go shoot a deer.
Or go act silly in front of a mirror.
But when it breaks, don’t come running to me in fear.
Or I will whoop your rear!”
So out he ran.
He was saying “O’h man!”
I’ll bet you he drove off in a red van.
And, that his name was Dan.
Also, that he liked tuna fish right out of the can.
I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
Nor, do I ever want to show it.
Cause I know I won’t be able to throw it.
When they say that it is time to blow it.
But I will be able to sow it.
But can’t really grow it.
I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
So I continued reading my writing.
They say that there has been a UFO sighting.
But I don’t really believe them sense,
then there would be a lot of fighting.
All I know is there has been a lot of lightning.
So much that it has gotten mighty frightening.
On I went to tell of distant lands.
A place where there were many rock bands.
Were there were a lot of styles and brands.
I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
Nor, do I ever want to show it.
Cause I know I won’t be able to throw it.
When they say it is time to blow it.
But I will be able to sow it.
But, can’t really grow it.
I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
So on I went.
I told a story of a guy whose name was Kent.
When he was a boy, he had wanted to live in a tent.
But his mom said his dreams were bent.
She said that is wasn’t meant.
So when he got older,
He went off and became a soldier.
When he got out, he got a job as a plastic molder.
He went on to get a different job.
He was an architect with a man named Bob.
Then, one day he decided to start a mob.
They put him in jail so, he began to sob.
After a few weeks he got out of jail.
So, he decided to hike the Appalachian Trail.
But, now he tells the tale
Of when he was a kid, he would go out for a sail.
Then, always wait by the door for the mail.
Now he is gone.
His memories go on and on.
Now I am about done.
Just a few more lines just for fun.
I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
Nor do I ever want to show it.
Cause I know I won’t be able to throw it.
When they say that it is time to blow it.
But I will be able to sow it.
But, can’t really grow it.
So you can go with the flow of it.
If you think you really know it.
Cause I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
It is now time for me to end.
I hope you will consider being my friend.
If you need it, I will give you a hand of lend.
So this is good night.
Sleep tight, don’t ever let the bed bugs bite.
If they do, don’t come running to me in fright.
Or I will tell you to stay out of my sight.
Cause I’m a poet and I don’t really know it!
(Peace Out!)
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