Danny Moir
by: Kat A. Fonell
this is just a fun Poem my friend and I created about one of our best friends, not to be mean just to be fun, he does know about it the and he laughed
Danny Moir is so weird,
imagine him growing a beard
that would be the strangest thing
but, what would happen if he was our King
Danny doesn't know anything about math
that's why Steve and I always laugh
him and his weird faces he makes
imagine if we put his face on a cake
Danny can't sing on key
that's why the birds fall out of the tree
my ears always begin to bleed
that's what happens, yes indeed.
Danny can't draw for crud
it would be funny if he fell in the mud
Danny when playing the row game hasn't a clue
he just doesn't know what to do.