Before this poetry rampage;
Early in the morning.
My mind pooped out several poems,
Without any warning.
First, the number one,
And then came number two.
I had to write this shiz so fast;
My fingers turned all blue.
I thought I was cured
What more could there be?
Then came an inspiration,
Suddenly, the count was three.
Completely exhausted,
My arm was now all sore.
Plop! out came another;
The total now was four.
Suddenly I started shaking,
My forehead wet from sweat.
Oh no, could there be
Another poem yet?
My eyes have grew blurry
And my hands became numb.
Suddenly I felt
Another thought come.
Momentarily I realized
Numbers didn't jive
I had added one more;
And made the count five.
Figured I was going crazy
Or at least on the border.
But all poets know
This is a natural disorder.
So now you know the story
Of my morning poetic crappin.
I'm afraid it is not over;
Cuz poems just keep on happening.
Early in the morning.
My mind pooped out several poems,
Without any warning.
First, the number one,
And then came number two.
I had to write this shiz so fast;
My fingers turned all blue.
I thought I was cured
What more could there be?
Then came an inspiration,
Suddenly, the count was three.
Completely exhausted,
My arm was now all sore.
Plop! out came another;
The total now was four.
Suddenly I started shaking,
My forehead wet from sweat.
Oh no, could there be
Another poem yet?
My eyes have grew blurry
And my hands became numb.
Suddenly I felt
Another thought come.
Momentarily I realized
Numbers didn't jive
I had added one more;
And made the count five.
Figured I was going crazy
Or at least on the border.
But all poets know
This is a natural disorder.
So now you know the story
Of my morning poetic crappin.
I'm afraid it is not over;
Cuz poems just keep on happening.
