Wet PaintA Poem by ❀ Gabriela ❀A crazy, humorous poem. Read if you dare...
I woke up in the strangest place
Where time and sense are not. With no clue how I got there, I stood, deep in thought. I decided then, to look around And I saw a giant letter 3. So I ran around the corner And I whacked into a tree. My smile bent and picked me up And shook me like a doll. Then it covered me in ketchup 'Til I wasn't red at all. Then the clouds began to cry And they begged me not to sing. I said I'd make no guarantees And my head began to ring. My face became a cuckoo clock And I said, "Cuckoo, Ka-caw!" And a little orange birdie Bounced around inside my jaw. I shook my head, I shook it hard Until it rolled clean off-ly It fell into some orange crap. At least, it landed softly! I tried to reach and grab my head But it sank into the ground. The sky turned black And yelled, "ATTACK!" And it threw me all around. Then the orange man inside the fan Started yelling at my head. I heard him cry, "Wake up! Wake up!" "I don't know how!" I said. Well, I still don't know how I got there- My socks both agree I'm high. I guess I should never have come inside Before the paint was dry! © 2012 ❀ Gabriela ❀Author's Note
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