TJgamer
A Pokémon Poet
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- Seen Oct 13, 2021
Taking things for granted is such a weird thing, is it?
No matter how extraordinary anything is. It can become dull if it has been a very long time.
My Morning Routine
Written by: TJgamer
Plink, clunk, Plink, clunk,
Went my rusty clock in my trash,
It then sprouted wings,
Rather beautiful things,
But then fell with a loud crash.
I slumped out of bed,
And saw the clock on the ground,
Something was amiss,
I've never seen this,
The hands were improperly wound.
I walked down the halls,
And slumped down the uneven stairs,
In the dining room,
My tree was in bloom,
With purple-green striped pears.
For my breakfast,
I take the pears off the tree,
Then peel the skin,
Three layers thin,
And eat it with my tangy tea.
After that was done,
I went upstairs and into the bathroom,
I put on my suit,
And my lucky boot,
And my scruffy hair I did groom.
I looked at my mirror,
And thought I needed a shave,
I took my shaving cream,
Shaving Goo Supreme,
And my beard came off in one wave.
I stepped out onto the porch,
And took a brief look at my front lawn,
It had wacky creatures,
With very odd features,
I couldn't help but let out a yawn.
I looked to my left,
And saw my butler coloring the rooftops,
He threw balloons filled with paint,
That method is so quaint,
Even if he accidentally drops.
I took out my watch,
And the time was thirteen o' two,
I'd better perk,
And prepare for work,
Or else I might be overdue.
I pushed the button,
On the controller to my old car,
And my car tore,
Through the garage door,
And its inertia went quite far.
My car front was large,
The trunk was raised at an angle,
It had five wheels,
Tires made from eels,
The roof was shaped like a triangle.
I started the car,
It let out a large ba-boom,
It hopped,
And it plopped,
And it started moving, va-room.
This life is dull,
My job at the office is so great,
I need a style,
Not done in a while,
And I may feel up to date.
Written by: TJgamer
Plink, clunk, Plink, clunk,
Went my rusty clock in my trash,
It then sprouted wings,
Rather beautiful things,
But then fell with a loud crash.
I slumped out of bed,
And saw the clock on the ground,
Something was amiss,
I've never seen this,
The hands were improperly wound.
I walked down the halls,
And slumped down the uneven stairs,
In the dining room,
My tree was in bloom,
With purple-green striped pears.
For my breakfast,
I take the pears off the tree,
Then peel the skin,
Three layers thin,
And eat it with my tangy tea.
After that was done,
I went upstairs and into the bathroom,
I put on my suit,
And my lucky boot,
And my scruffy hair I did groom.
I looked at my mirror,
And thought I needed a shave,
I took my shaving cream,
Shaving Goo Supreme,
And my beard came off in one wave.
I stepped out onto the porch,
And took a brief look at my front lawn,
It had wacky creatures,
With very odd features,
I couldn't help but let out a yawn.
I looked to my left,
And saw my butler coloring the rooftops,
He threw balloons filled with paint,
That method is so quaint,
Even if he accidentally drops.
I took out my watch,
And the time was thirteen o' two,
I'd better perk,
And prepare for work,
Or else I might be overdue.
I pushed the button,
On the controller to my old car,
And my car tore,
Through the garage door,
And its inertia went quite far.
My car front was large,
The trunk was raised at an angle,
It had five wheels,
Tires made from eels,
The roof was shaped like a triangle.
I started the car,
It let out a large ba-boom,
It hopped,
And it plopped,
And it started moving, va-room.
This life is dull,
My job at the office is so great,
I need a style,
Not done in a while,
And I may feel up to date.
No matter how extraordinary anything is. It can become dull if it has been a very long time.