The KFC bucket has chicken
It's so good I be finger lickin
O how I can only wish that there is a dish of breaded chicken
How I love KFC the taste the feeling in my tummy

The Pink Pony, different from the rest
He can only wish to be like the rest
I imagine that he must feel like an cow that goes oink.
I wish I could help but he doesn't want any

When I'm asleep
I wonder what's going on elsewhere
I wish I didn't need sleep but I do
I love it, but at the same time I hate it

The man, the man always going down to the dam.
He is the one and only that knows the jam
I wish he would talk to me but he is to busy on the slam

Healing the pain
what a shame
I wish I could be out there receiving the fame
However, I'm just sitting here being lame
I wish I could be playing but I'm using a cane.
I will be back soon you just keep me tamed.

I don't know to write about so it's untitled
I'm thinking I just don't know
I wish to find a dish of poetry
I can only dream of a poem
While I was thinking I wrote a poem.

The buck grazes through the grasslands
He hides from his predator, the old hunter
He soon walks away, and survives the day