I wrote a poem once
About cats and dogs
About witches and logs
About fishes on trains
About worms in my brain

I wrote a poem once
About cockroaches, sleeping in the beds
About the sun changing colour to bright red
About me breaking my hands
About ants, taking over the lands

I wrote a poem once
About little fairies, coming at night
About a beautiful sight
About zombies, breaking the house
About a mighty wrestler, losing to a louse

I wrote a poem once
And that was all I could do
Because I stuffed all my ideas through