I think I shall write a poem,
Because I am very bored,
It is just a little poem,
So boring my friend just snored.
My poem is very shoddy,
I can't think what to say,
I don't know what to rhyme with shoddy,
And I'm having a really bad day.
Now I have to swap the side,
Because of Rebecca's bird,
But when I shot it, out the window it flied,
And I shoved Becs' face in a turd.
Now I, Rebecca am mad,
Because of Katelyn's doing,
So I'm going to make her sad,
By going to court and suing.
But you have forgotten the fact,
I give the judge regular pleasure,
My dear friend, you are absolutely cact,
He'll put YOU away for good measure.
But I am a master of escape,
No one can keep me behind bars,
I can escape with a roll of duck tape,
And in flash getaway cars.
Except for the fact of my security,
This consists of army men,
They'll shot you down with ingenuity,
And strangle you, just like a hen.
But I, Stephanie am the driver of the cars,
That are so flash they'll drive all the way to Mars,
So, Katelyn you'll never catch us so far and wide,
'Cos good things come in small packages like dynamite and cyanide.
That is true, my dearest friend,
We shall outrun anyone with ease,
I run faster than any men,
So try and catch me if you please.
In case you haven't noticed,
I am not a man,
Therefore I am not week and pathetic,
And easily catch you, I can.
But I am a purple loving hippy,
We will outrun you in a jiffy,
Who cares, I say if we catch you,
We'll live together, just us few.
Yes, I agree with that,
Peace should always rule,
And we shall live on a comfy mat,
Who cares if the wind is cool.
It will only take a second, to kill off all the guards,
And I will do so with good mirth,
Together we will escape ten thousand yards,
'cos
BEST FRIENDS RULE THE EARTH!!!
