Fun in the Unnerving Moonlight (Rembrandt's Schooldays)
I've always been taught to report what I thought
When a thought first reports to my head
And so, when I froze from my nose to my toes,
Every thought that arose got no prose as repose
So instead I just said: "Time for bed"
I've always been told to stand straight as I strolled
When I strolled through the park with my aunt
And so, when I hunched before lunch I'd get punched,
Then get crunched if I scrunched while I listlessly munched
Salad plants, which my aunt said "You can't!"
I've always been warned I'd be scorned if I yawned
But I yawned at such dreary advice
And so, when I gapped in my trap ere I napped
My yawn got me slapped; I was apt to be trapped
Into eating flies, which I despise
I'm always afraid and dismayed in the shade
'Cause the shade is dismayingly dark
And so, when it's night, I take flight in fright
That I might sight white light as a bright to my plight
Where my shadows amazingly stark
I've always been trained to report what I gained
Except when I gained it for free
And so, when I chose tight new clothes for my nose
My woes, I suppose, sought repose from the snows
And my toes they will allways agree
I've always been shown to fly straight when I've flown
If I'd known I 'd have never gone back
And so, my faint pleas from these flying trapeze
Will please them as flees from the sound of a sneeze
I'm a hack: my poor tack made me...smack!
Contributors: | Beefy, Kansas Sam, fester, fesdter, keith c. |
Poem finished: | 19th March 2003. |