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I cannot think of what to write
Hm, spiders give me quite a fright
They may be small and fat
But the have beady eyes, like a bat

Scares the s**t outta me
Look at that one! See!
It watches you
Every moment, you having no clue
What the hell it wants with you

No one wants to read a spiders mind
They’re stupid…oh! Wait! How unkind.
How rude of me to speak such a lie
I think I’ll have some pie

Now what a fib
I’d much rather eat a rib
Not with the meat
That wouldn’t be neat

Meat is icky
Red and sticky
Just like blood
But in your mouth it can flood

Yummy yummy
In my tummy
I may be young
And I have a short tongue

But I can still write
For that I’ll put up a fight
Death to all who oppose me
Hug to all who love me, squee!

Wow, I am such a looser.
Here I am, wanting to say snoozer
Oh, look! I did after all
Y’know, I wish I was tall.

How random I am
My aunts name is Pam
Like the spray for pans
I think it comes in a can

Now I’m just getting desperate
Ah s**t, I need to use shiperate
For those who know
I made this word from snow

For you thick headed keds
I did not take my meds
So this poem is rhymy but silly
Like a book I read with a guy named Billy

He was a stranger
Yet the opposite of danger
He made me laugh
And helped me with math

Now I am to bond with my dog
She’s as fat as a hog!
I sware, I’m not kidding
Across the tile she runs, skidding

Now to move to a different subject
To one the reader may connect
Let’s speak of world affairs
Even though no one really cares

China is a black hole
Antartica is as black as coal
Japan is an a**
Australia is a floating land mass

Africa errupted AIDS
Canada’s involvment fades
England citizens speak odd
French people live on their I-pods

Done with the world
I think my brain has swirrled
I am rather confused
Its better than being bruised

I wonder if I amuse you
Or if my poems make you blue
If they do you is an moron
Becuz in your wake you snore on

Even though you’re wide awake
Your snoring is not fake
Its as annoying as my verses
I think you’re full of unusual curses

This poem is at an end
I hope all who read will be my friend
If you hated these words with all your guts
Go find more of your kind: slutts

xDDD