perfect logic

A Poem by Anxelin

yes it is

my logic may not be perfect
it may not be straight
it may not be lovely
just like your grim face!
your face tells the tale
of anguish, of pain
I bet you're not perfect
just like me dear grace
I bet you're angry with me
it's what I'd expect
you'd chop up a nice tree
oh dang pretty quick
you'll soon be a bear
which is why I have mace
just don't aim for my head
but won't you, anyways?
back to the subject
my mind's not a toy
it's not an object to poke fun at
it's my head, now go away!
I like to think up things
they never make sense
go strangle an artichoke
you great old white dick
oh I suppose that wasn't nice now
I apologize right quick
I just get so caught up
when things don't make sense
of course that's my logic
it's perfect you see
but why would you ever listen
to me, silly bee?
let's have a cup of tea
on top of a hill
one you could fall off
that you probably will
of course that's not a threat now
I wouldn't harm you
you're much way too pretty
for me to hate still
go stand on that sill
I'll bake you a pie
of crud wait a second
I forgot my great ryhme!
or did I? I forget
oh well I can't just stop now
for silly drinks and biscuits
you're probably wondering
when this will end soon
I'm sorry to tell you
but not until noon
oh please check your watch
I don't know when I'll stop
I haven't stop talking
so let's take a walk
a walk to the harbor
across the ole bay
on towards the tower
and into the hay
oh how I love hay!
now what do you say?
would you give me the pleasure
of hay here I may?
we could spend hours
building forts and watchtowers
hiring a nightshift
we won't be awake at all hours
here, take these flowers
I don't need them no more
they're stuffing up my nose
wilting petals to the floor
I hope you don't slip yet
cause I've still got some more
some more pretty flowers
of which I have torn
but please don't be sad now
and don't be upset
please don't come over
to push me off cliffs
I warned you!

...well s**t