some poems i wrote while doing math hw =D

I rode a goat to town today.
The women stopped and stared.
The Russian men who run the pen were fully un-bewared.
The market place was happen-stance,
The rest was MIT.
The barber is my therapist,
But you’re my Bubble Tea!

Tumblers are for logger thumbs
And bald-spots make you sneeze,
But boys in Santa Barbara
Are bending at the knees,
To see a peck of peppered pigs
Emit a symphony—
Around about and up and out,
They’re not the pigs for me!

Lovely-green and cumbersome,
A cucumber may lend:
A tasty lunch, a summer crunch,
A treat for your old friend…
But in the least a hungry beast shall
Be no longer lone—
If he do find a cu’mber rind
With flesh upon its bone!