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A Pledge of Alligence to a chorus of elephants,
All chewing tobacco,
Big and tall or short and small,
All in all, hey there's Paul!
As I said, we're all dead
With decaying skulls, skin, and organs.
Give me my brain. Will it look the same
If it were lying in the backyard for a million years in a cold dark rain?
Time to slay the weakened souls
With hands and feet in cups and bowls.
So what if it's stupid?
So whatever if it's gone?
Go ahead, eat that burrito,
Drown that mole in a puddle of marmalade.
Gargle the pumpkin juice,
Freeze the blade.
The name of this poem is a joke. I wrote it while I was in 7th grade, and the implication is that school is comparable to hell. I thought I was pretty clever. This poem is really just nonsense. I threw a bunch of rhyming words together that I thought sounded cool.
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