The night sky was as dark as the souls of my feet from walking barefoot on a black top

And during the day the best thing to do was hop

But I also hated to shop

The moon appeared and lit up the night

But for some reason everyone wanted to fight

I know this poem may be lame

But sometimes i believe i can play the game

But in time i know i’ll just be the one to blame

For this horrible poem i’m attempting to create

Will only turn into a disaster that people will imitate

School is boring and this poem is bad

Which makes my life even more sad

Pity me if you want

This poem is now coming to a close

But always remember to blow your nose

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