I didn’t know that it was time to have another meal,
But every day I eat a mime, my eyes get full of zeal.
To kill a thousand paragraphs in fits of raging mop
Would surely drown a farm of ants and laugh at Carrot Top.
Smelly ankles, dirty floors, and miles of sparkling moss.
They all walk into wooden doors, but please don’t tell the boss.
I cannot stand to sit down. I cannot jump the bus.
Death only slightly stronger than the five of us.
I am not quite as special. I’m lying. Yes I am.
But you can trust that I will learn to fly like Superman.