A/N: A really simple poem about the wonders of my ceiling. I secretly love this poem, like seriously. Enjoy! And, if you have the time, drop a review! If you don't, that's cool too.

My ceiling is a piece of art

A myriad of shapes

Displayed without a thought

Of what creatures it creates

I see a Dromedary camel

Head held high

Unaware he just trampled

A precious butterfly

A mother bear

Scolding her child

How it compares

To my mother, never mild

An iguana, carefully hidden

Reminds me of me

And this strange feeling

Of malignant apathy

And a girl sitting

At her computer

No longer wishing

She was dead in a sewer

All because

She was willing to see

The unnatural beauty

Of her magical ceiling