Potato,
the word feels nice,
Potato.

The lovely taste of original chips,
Oh my dear potato.

How would the world be without potato, potato?
Am I seriously talking to a potato, potato?
Oh my gosh, potato!
Why am I talking to you, potato?
Why can't I stop saying potato, potato?
Why potato, why are you doing this to me, potato?
Why is this poem getting so random, potato?
Oh, I regret saying all those nice things about you, potato!
Hey stop it, potato!
Seriously!
Hey I didn't say potato there!
Oh yes you caught me, I just said it again.

This limerick doesn't make any sense but it is still a poem.

There once was a turtle called hi,
who ate everything but pie,
she ate a small piece of cake,
not knowing she was at the lake,
and the whole thing fell off the sky.
 

 
When I sit,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

When I stand up,
ready to go out,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

When I get my bag,
and I leave,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

When I go to my next class,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

Guess it...

DONG!!!!!!!

I once  had a car,
that went so far,
and I was unable,
to learn the times table

And when I,
wanted a pie,
I could not eat,
something like meat.

Mum went to space,
to sketch the face,
of my grandma,
and my grandpa.

My Camera walks,
my clock sings,
my closet smells a pie,
my bin protests,
my pen starts to roll,
my labtop starts to fly,
my album tugs on to my teddy which fights back.
Everything is a disaster.
Then my favorite glass jar drags himself out of the shelf,
and when I try to catch it....
IT WAS ONLY A DREAM!!!!