A short poem I wrote to someone during class once, and rather liked. It's very silly. I'm serious, it is! Reviews always are appreciated!

tophila manee falls is manymanymanymany feet wide

but only sososososoSmall inches tall

so you fall to the side

because that's how gravity works in serious situations like these

I promise

of course

no one every takes the situations seriously

cuz they're not cool

so tophila manee doesn't exist anymore

the manians are all under the sea

waiting to see what everyone could see

when they didn't think

in little boxes

triangles

pears

because thoughts should be vast open plains

with flowing grass

sloping meadows

but nowadays

they're small little lawn chairs

you can't see past the end of the block

too foggy

sometimes you travel

if you hate fog

but no one sees beyond the fog

why you hate it

but it's always there

until you arrive in

spirashun