I made this for a lit-mag at my school when I was a freshman. I think I was the only one who didn't write about their cat getting cancer on it's tattoo and then everyone at school figures out.
I took a pan for my meal to begin
I found a box of eggs, and put them in
Stirring the eggs without a plan or route
I realized near the end before scraping it out
I forgot margarine
An interpretation of art
The painting rests upon the wall
To hear it shout; to hear it fall
I see the painting, it speaks just to me
The lone casted frame, within must I see
The painting shouts, "Help! I'm not well!"
Hops, from pad to pad
A frog is sad
He recalls a joke
He lets loose a croak
Change, from sad to sad
Everyone wants to learn through conjecture and not through observation.
Dig a ditch, build a moat
The balloon will allways float
The balloon ascends and enlightens, embracing the sky
Everyone on the ground wants to know why