Weird. Weirder. Weirderest.

When I was but a little tot

And lived upon a little cot

I raced along with a little trot

And though it was a little hot

It seemed that I could find the spot

Where it seemed that I could not

Reach the treehouse full of rot

and even though my parents thought

that one day in a while I ought

to join the army, rat a tat tot

the drumroll sounded as they fought

but it was all just in my thoughts

and soon enough i have got 

to figure out what hurt it wrought

when those who attempted and bought

all of the wood then delivered to Scott

the wood that all their money brought

but when it fell a lesson was taught:

If while building a treehouse cot,

you would best not to let your wood rot.

Author's Note

Boom.

Reviews

[Riley Justine]

So simply beautiful. The rhyming scheme makes it very different from a lot of other poems. I love how you have your own voice. Well penned, hon.

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

I like how all your lines rhymed the same and the message you intended was clear throughout. It's a pretty good and fun exercise when one has a writer's block!

[Not here]

yeah maybe I have like a permanent writers block. or im just odd. or both

[closed]

enjoyed this as I mentioned
very much like a nursery rhyme

but with a kool spin
very catchy too


-Dream

[Cool Girl]

Haha
I really like this!
The lines closer to the end are my favorites!
Keep up the good work
And congrats on being on popular writers :)