Jeremy Michael Willison

Rookie (8/29/93 / Eureka, California)

Eep, Ad, Om, At, Un, It - Poem by Jeremy Michael Willison

stars are out and its time to sleep, so quiet not even a peep, a young boy creeps, to that poor little sheep, that boy is cheap, who was run over by a jeep, im sorry that was bad, you are making me sad, and extremely mad, now its rad, just a tad, who my dad? no my mom, whos name is not tom, who searches, aint that the bomb? doesnt it make you want to sing a song, or hit that gong, oops dont put that, what cat? owl scat, watch out for that rat, SPLAT, now im done, wasnt that fun, did that make you want to run, well it didnt make me want to run, just felt a lil spun, i hope you like it, dont spit, or sh*t, just read it

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 18, 2010

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