Pencil, I write with thee,
Ideas give unto me,
Storms of brains,
Give me thoust worst rains.
Words start flowing,
So the story can keep going and going,
Like how boats will keep rowing and rowing,
And sewing machines, sewing and sewing.
Stanzas continue to get longer,
Therefore, providing fuller pages,
And it unlocks these thoughts,
From their cages.
The cages are now discarded,
So I'll end the same way I started.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
Pencil, I write with thee,
Ideas give unto me,
Storms of brains,
Give me thoust worst rains.
Words start flowing,
So the story can keep going and going,
Like how boats will keep rowing and rowing,
And sewing machines, sewing and sewing.
Stanzas continue to get longer,
Therefore, providing fuller pages,
And it unlocks these thoughts,
From their cages.
The cages are now discarded,
So I'll end the same way I started.
I know this one's dumb. I literally had no ideas today.
