This is a draft
Oh yes it’s a laugh
This poem is so bad
It makes me so sad
It urges to kill
To cut fish’s gills
This poem is so bad
Goodbye, life I had
This poem always makes
The saddest mistakes
It talks about pie
While you want to die
But this is a draft
No more than some craft
But, I’ll keep going
And attempt showing
That I can still write
A poem that will fight
Its way to the top
Until it just pops
I’m very ransom
And also, I’m dumb
But that doesn’t stop
This poem from the top
So I’ll continue
Until my life’s through
And that’s about now
I’m dead as that cow
Inside of your fridge
I’ll lie on the ridge