This poem doesn't change clothes,
It can't walk, it doesn't speak,
Or even have a brain that goes,
All it has it written words
letters, vowels, nouns, and verbs,
That rhyme when wrote in lines
Called verses,
This poem is supposed to entertain,
It's not all that worthless,
Maybe it 'll make you smile
or make your giggle,
All it takes is just a little,
itsy, bitsy, tiny laugh then it grows bigger
go figure,
that you'll all chuckle if you saw an emo-nerd wigger!
Take a picture,
frame it,
laugh harder, your a photographer an your now famous
for finding something so rare,
you'd sware
it was just a dream,
and it was..... so now what?
