Twelve Million

Twelve million pots of tea on the wall,
twelve million pots of tea.
If one of those pots should happen to plotz,
then that pot shouldn't be me.

Twelve million hordes of trucks with grain,
twelve million hordes of trucks.
If one of those trucks should happen to klutz,
then that truck should be in pain.

Twelve millions cans of paint in the bag,
twelve million cans of paint.
If one of those cans should happen to plan,
then let it do it's swag.

-PandaSister4

I tried. It's more of a rhyme then a poem though.