A sort of a poem...

[Yzfm]

I like salty sugar.
And that man over there is a liar.
I don't wanna become a shoe lace tiar.
So I'm going to burn shoes with FIRE!

As a result, the shoes shop has been burnt.
And from that there's a lesson we've learnt.
Never to wear a black shirt.
When you are out to buy a skirt.

The skirt was ugly, so I ignored it.
And with myself I sit.
A male I am, I then screamed a bit.
cause I felt two claws where I sit.

I jumped off in sudden pain.
Right before it started to rain
A cold is what I would gain.
Because A crab clutched my bain.

I ran to my dear home.
To find my dear old friend Tom.
taking the crab to where it came from
I had tea, so I offered him some.

The tea was ruined bu rain outside
So I sent Tom away, and on my couch I lied
Then in relief I sighed
because in the sea there was no tide

I gave my self a tight facepalm
because when I passed by the farm
I didn't get salty sugar from the chasm
So I was never calm.

What's the moral lesson from all of that?
I had to ask my friend who got mad.
And told me after he sat
"never to chat on xat".

[LittleZbot]

Somehow this reminds me of my poems...

I LIKE.