wierdthingy, wierdthingy,
wierdthingy, I don't care,
they don't even obey the wierd poem I've written,
about the discusting mitten.

They just think about their poem,
"oh how good it is" they say,
because they don't want to here my poem,
and that is not fair.

the poem is what you are doing right now,
I say,
And this thime they don't listen,
because they are practicing a play!
AND THEY WANT ME TO GO AWAY!!!!!!


By Judit Duran Calzada