One time, I remember, I was almost eight.
My birthday was almost at its given date.
My father was mad at me,
So I decided "Why not bring him a cup of tea?"
As I did, I soon found out.
My father would of been more happy without.
He chased me away, screaming all sorts of things.
I ran as fast as I could, until I hid in a room, that was filled with strings.
I thought really hard,
As I layed in the yard,
To get a way to make my father not mad.
But as I thought Doctor Hojo threw me into his lab.
But whilst he experimented, I exclaimed,
" Oh Hojo, my father is mad, and my birthday is soon! I haven't the idea of what to do! Please, explain! "
Hojou snorted, and luaghed, tilting his glasses.
" It's simple my child, " He giggled. " You'll just need molasses. "
I giggled with glee, smiling with joy.
" I'll finally get my father unannoyied! "
So Hojo gave me some molasses, and I came running back.
To my mean old man of a father, who smacked me with a plaque.
I cried and ran, trying to think.
What would make my father rethink?
What would convince him to be NOT upset?
To make him suddenly stop, all his mean threats?
And suddenly, like that, I came with a clue.
I'd write him a poem, and a happy one, too!
So I writed, and I wrote,
On a sticky pad note.
And when I was finished, I went to his room.
And he had a gigantic uprawr boom.
He screamed and he shouted,
Attacking me with all his strength, I undoubted.
But then it dawned on me what I did,
I could never write poems well in the first place.