I was told to write a wacky poem,
But that’s one thing I don’t know,
Bit I shall attempt it any ways,
Maybe I should have a little more hope,
So here it goes a poem that’s wacky,
Wacky rhythms with snappy, bappy, chatty and also zappy,
Don’t forget happy, sappy and crappy.
So lets give it a whirl,
Lets give it a twirl,
Can I succeed? I don’t know.
That day that was wacky,
Was a day that started happy,
But then a bird flew by,
And crapped on my friend,
The day that was happy,
Then turned to crappy,
After that we were laughing and chatting,
So our day then changed from crappy,
To chatty.
We then went to a club,
And danced to the beat and baped along with the song,
So our day that chatty,
Turned into bappy,
But while I was dancing along,
A girl came and slapped me,
The reason I don’t know,
So our bappy day,
Turned to be slappy.
But once I got home,
My keys were gone,
So my day turned from slappy,
To now really sappy.
But the guy who unlocked my door,
Found the key to my heart,
It was like snap, crackle, pop,
And also a zap to my heart,
I went from sappy,
To then zappy
But who would have known,
My wacky day,
Lead to the guy I will grow old with in my home,
So how did I do with my attempted to a wacky poem?
