I wrote this poem about a year ago, and found it on a scrap of paper while cleaning my room. I hope you like it, and be sure to review it if you have any thoughts or criticism!
A wandering traveler with a heart of gold
In a limitless box of blue
A universe waiting, possibilities endless
And adventures galore to see through
But he's a poor, wretched thing in that old box of blue
You see, he is always alone
He lost them, they say - yes, they're all gone for good
And it shakes him right down to his bones
But he throws on a smile, a scarf or a hat
And some celery pinned to his coat
So "C'mon! Allons-y!" and he holds out his hand
To whisk you to planets remote
He's a poor, lonely thing, just floating through space
Yes, it's sad... but whatever you do:
If you see him, don't let the old wanderer take
You away in his cursed box of blue.