Tomorrow,
I'm going,
I'm going,
for sure.

I'm going,
I'm going,
Though I might not see them a lot,
but I'm going.

What should I Pack,
It's hard,
but I'm going,
I'm going.

It's not going to ruin my easter break,
I won't even let it happen,
I'm going,
and I'm going there to have some fun.

I might not see them a lot,
I know,
but I'm going,
I'm going,
I will see them,
I will.

I won't ruin my vacation,
no it won't,
because I'm going,
there's no excuse,
because I'll be there.

I tell you,
I'm going there,
and I'm going to see them.

 
There is no poem called nothing,
apart from this one,
because if a poem said nothing,
it wouldn't have text on it,
and it wouldn't be a a poem.

 
There once was a table named dick,
she was always as hard as a brick,
and the smile that she had,
always made her feel sad,
to comfort her I taught her to lick.

S aturday, my favorite day,
A ll of the people like it.
T oday is a saturday,
U nlike any day,
R iding we will go,
D aydreaming, we will do,
A nybody knows that too.
Y es! It's a Saturday, no school, not anything to worry.

 
I met a woman once on a street and this is how she spoke:
" I was on a train, 
on a trip to spain,
when I forgot my brain,
(it was such a pain),
so I went on a plane,
and it started to rain,
But instead I got sent to Ukraine"

I met a police officer once on the police station and this is how he spoke:
"Peace, don't call the police,
for a crime that is just a waste of time!"
and,
"I was talking to a woman on a train to spain,
So, what is wrong with your brain?"
and,
"Yes this is a waste of time,
because this crime is just a mime,
and that a poem that doesn't rhyme,
isn't a crime."

I met an engineer on a meeting and and this is how he spoke:
 "This prehistoric, 
organic,
mosaic you have at home,
it is terrific!
But this tragic,
elastic,
historic,
and plastic computer,
is Horrific!
But my mettalic,
electric,
public,
attic is much more automatic than yours."

I once met an architect and this is how he spoke:
"Yesterday I rolled a dice,
it was as hard as a cube of ice,
but then when I saw a bunch or mice,
I would have taken my friends advice,
and not eaten the bowl of rice,
that was awfully covered with lice,
(that happened twice or trice),
and that wasn't very nice."

I once met a Rhyme,
and it is the one you are reading now.