Poem for 4:45 pm weekdays

February 4, 2018

Tiny little house

made of paper,

home for a wee beetle.

Webeetle weeble.

Wobbling.

Weeble people wobble

down the wide walk way

to wait for the widdle bus.

Wock on wide weeblewomen.

Whoa, wazzup witcha weeblemen?

Widdle weeblekid why ya whinin?

Wind it down now.