The things you think of in class

There once was a man named Jim,
he liked to wash his hands with Vim.
He took walks in the park,
where he leaned to bark,
and crawled in the grass like a ferret.
He fills him balloons with am and pops them,
he coughs up them.
He calls his winky blue,
if it really is we never knew.
Spelling is really boring,
i almost feel like snoring.
But not like Jim no not at all
because he dreams of midgets that are really tall.
so i bet you think Jim is weird,
but he's not the one you should fear.
I am crazy yes i am,
I'll hunt you down and cook you like lamb.

me and my friend made this up during class. we are very random. and hyper. and we never make sense.