The Tennis Racket Thing (An Original Poem)

It is a tennis racket thing
I found it in the hall
It's got some serious bling
And it is orange and it's tall.

But then the racket was thinking
He wanted to be a baseball bat
So he started crying and blinking
And was all like, "Im Fat."

So I told him he was pretty
And he was all like, "You're just saying that cuz ur my mom."
OMG He thinks I'm his mom? What a pitty.

Did I say that outloud?
"Yup."
Oh sorry.
"It's OK."

OK thats not what really happened...

He was like, "Your not my mom?"
I was like, "DUH NO!"
He was like, "Where did I go wrong?"
I was like, "GO with the FLOW!"

He was like, "My mom's a hippie."
I was like, "U CRAZY!"
He was like, "Don't get snippy,
Like a pimped out daisy."

I was like, "This is a stupid poem."
He was like, "Yup."
So I turned him into a *gnome.


* A gnome is one of those dwarf things with pointy red hats.