Pooetry

ok well, this is a little thing called "bunnys and butterflys".
i dont know why i wrote it....

little bunnys walking in the sun.
they walk and walk and walk,
and then jump into a bun.

my bunny is cute, yours is not.
get over it, and play your flute.

if you can write, write.
if you can't, then smoke a pipe.

eat the little butterflies.
its all fine.
your a guy.


ok heres another one...

i called it: Noob City


the little men are building a house,
but then the sun falls on them.

they get crushed, and turned into a mouse.

the building grew feet, and ran away.
the mouse freaked out, and ran too.

the building ran and ran and ran.
then it turned and saw the mouse.

a drop of dust hit the building and turned it into a man
the building turned man told the mouse

i pwn you, you look like a can.

so the mouse looked up and tried to talk,
but he couldn't talk becuse he was chewing on a worm

then sayed the flower to the mouse,
i like you manners, thou shalt prosper. now give me a turn.

the mouse went and laughed,
thou fool the flower to challenge me

he then turned to the man and paffed.
ye art like a small pea.

then said the man to the pea, then flower, and the mouse.

i am your house, live with me and become like the grass.
if you do, then i will reward thee with plastic.

the pea said to the man, i shall not eat the grass.
i live in a world made of dastic.
who art thou to make me compromise?

next the mouse said unto them all.

i am the greatest, the least of all.
you all look like rocks to me.
get rid of your plomplemise.

the man spoke next.

who art thou to make words live?
for only the sun which fell on you is able too.
and he is now dead.

now, the toothbrush, who had been silent this whole time said,

listen my bretheren.
arent we all milent?

and the toothpase replied,

why doth thou say milent?
is it because it rhyms with silent?
or does it rhyme with pilent?

and then sam said to them all.

you noobs, i shall Pwn you all.
go and get into the stall.
for there is waiting the mall.
and also the gaul,

so they all went and say the mall.
and the stall
also the gaul.

but then the sun fell again.
and the reds turned to white, and the blues to purple.

then this story ends here with the hen.
because it is late. too late for the bens.

so go and get your pen, and write.
show the world that you can bite.
but not with all your might.

if this didnt teach you anything then, go and write your own.
dont get stuck being alone.

go and just go.