Hey dude what's up?
Hope nothing is a crap.
Scents make us tainted,
But only one got painted.
Clock, click and tick,
Only her is shick.
Music is the key,
For moments with glee.
Days passes by,
But not to say goodbye.
Embrace the happy day,
This is the time to stay.
Alone is the saddest,
Like monster that mest.
Soon you will see,
How is life with me...
I asked my mom for help finding a poem
Like Miss M said.
(A poem containing neologisms, or spoonerisms, or a pun).
But try as we might, it just couldn’t be done.
We Googled.
We Read.
There was no poem that was fun.
So me and mum wrote this poem instead.
My bum is the mest!
She passed this toetry pest.
A world behind, no longer yours,
A world of pain, scars, and soars,
Friends were lost, bridges were burned,
Expectations we lost, and heads did turn,
A world behind, you've done so good,
You let it catch up, you expected it would,
And your surprised now, of the world behind,
The situation's mest up, and the weather's unkind,
A world behind, the past and the present,
You are the one that ran, and now you resent it,
You drove the road, you've done the dirt,
You chose the rain, You caused the hurt,
A world behind, will never forget,
The people you taught, and the rules you set,
A world behind, against odds and grain,
When things turned for the could, you missed the rain,
A world behind, and you miss it like the night and light,
It felt so cold out here with the absence of fright,
A world behind, we must bow at the trends,
A world behind, will ride with me until the end...