Smarty Pants Poem Number Two

Thought it would be fun to write a cute little Smarty Pants poem. I was crazy with excitement about it, laughing with happiness gore. I was so happy about the idea, I figured it had been done before. So I typed in Smarty Pants poem into my Google search engine, on a loop. Out of all my ideas, I thought this one made the most sense, not a bloop. It had a whole bunch of links. The first three brought me to Poetry Soup. I had to laugh at that. I should not have been surprised one little bit. Of course at least one of my pals on this site would have already thought of it. Smarty Pants on the ceiling, smarty pants in my tea throwing a great big fit. Smarty pants in the kitchen, chasing Sylvester, my orange and yellow cat. Smarty pants on the baseball diamond, throwing down the big wooden bat. Smarty pants spinning pottery, on a kiln, sitting on a durable mat. Of course Poetry Soup already had a Smarty Pants poem, imagine that!