Call Me Half-Wit Poem by Connor Eadie

There's grand amounts of things to have
Lets have a drink, maybe tea
I like a cup of tea, you can half it with me
Call me half-wit...

Let's go draw a scribble
I like a great drawing,
Wiggle the colors into something magic
you can half it with me...

The magical art will be torn in half,
The sweet tea poured from one cup to the other
Call me half-wit...

The art is still ours,
The tea leaves smiles fill the cup where we sit
I just love to share, two halves make a pair
Someone must have got the other half of my brain;
Way more witty than me, see I asked for this pain
Does that make me insane?

I can lose half of my mind, if we half it
But please don't call me half-wit
Now a quarter is all that would be left for me
I can half it again, a half-wit again
The Lord still won't let me run out, what a friend
His half shared with me, His half never ends.