A Poem With No Name
By Pinkie Pie
This poem has no verse,
Only rhymes when it gets the time,
Has none of those fancy metaphors,
Which open scholar’s minds like knobs on doors.
It has no rhythm;
Heck, it doesn’t even have a drum,
To help it keep the beat with!
It has no lines, and no name,
Just reading it will drive you insane,
‘Cause it was written to relieve some stress,
But all it is, as you can guess,
Is a mixed up verse, a pig pen mess!
It’s got no similes, or metaphors,
Like bears ridding tricycles,
To escape the elephant mafia;
It has no deeper meaning,
That you have to pull out a metal detector to find;
It has no useful information,
Like the number of ponies in Las Pegasus,
Or how many licks it takes,
To get to the center of a sugar pop;
It don’t even make much sense grammatically!
It’s not a promotion of world peace,
Or a cure to the Canterlot University Student’s,
“Graduation anxiety;”
In fact, it has no purpose,
Other than relieving some stress,
‘Cause this poem is just one jumbled up mess!
If this poem were alive,
I wouldn’t be surprised,
If it jumped off a cliff,
Because this poem has the intelligence of a Dodo,
Is one taco short of a combo plate,
Doesn’t even know how to open a gate!
This poem indeed is a mess,
Kind of like spaghetti on a dress;
You don’t want it there,
But there it is.
It’s waiting for a punch line,
But it’s too slow to figure it out;
It’s too busy trying to think of the next stanza,
Or line, or gopelty goop to say!
It’s not an intelligent work;
Heck, I bet it has an I.Q. of three,
Because it’s as useful as underwear on a tree!
In fact, it has no point at all,
Except for proving to the large and small,
That staying in school is a good thing.
This poem is really just slop,
And other than being cleaned up with a mop,
It doesn't have a meaning or name;
Just reading it will drive you insane,
Because it was written to relieve some stress,
But this entire poem is, as you can guess,
Is just one big, fat, pig pen, jumbled up mess!