A\N: Okay, this poem is kinda dumb. It doesn't make much sense and I wrote it to be funny. It's just supposed to be a silly poem so r&r!

There once was a poem about nothing at all,
It wasn't about someone big, it wasn't about someone small.
It wasn't about dogs or cats or the mall,
It was a poem about nothing at all.

It wasn't about seeds, and it wasn't about flowers,
It wasn't about someone with magical powers,
It wasn't about a man who was overly tall,
It was a poem about nothing at all.

It wasn't about ships, and it wasn't about shoes,
It wasn't about someone who could play the blues,
It wasn't about an extremely long hall,
It was a poem about nothing at all.

It wasn't about pots, and it wasn't about pans,
It wasn't about someone who had lots of fans,
It wasn't about a big brick wall,
It was a poem about nothing at all.

That's all it was, and all it will ever be,
From now 'till the year three-thousand and three.
Even in the summer, and even in the fall,
It will still be a poem about nothing at all.