Papers in my House

May 28, 2011
By Mi-Ish-Awzum GOLD, Beirut, Other
Mi-Ish-Awzum GOLD, Beirut, Other
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I sat before I fell
And then I began to yell
As if I spilled my drink
All over you, then it began to stink

I knew I wasn’t done
With the stuff that wasn’t fun
Then I looked at the screen
Watching the beautiful scene

It was... butterflies and rainbows and fairies
Everything that you can never see in these sceneries
But then I remembered something dreadful, something unforgetful
It was the papers that were so dull

They fell to the floor, covering me
So I stood up so that I could see
Nothing was good to look at
Except that little nice cat

I cried and I sighed for I was tired
Of the stupid white papers
They appeared to have lost their weight
And they seemed to have lost height

They flew away, taking flight
They looked like white butterflies in plain sight
Then I was left with my house
Which had no papers and just a mouse

So I will always remember
Something special
From those weird white papers
Now… go eat some waffles!

The author's comments:
I was bored and just began rhyming stuff together. It was supposed to be a song, but it changed its direction somehow. Now, it's an awkward paper poem or something.

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