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Mangoman and his random poems

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When Everything Turns Normal (First seen on totalrandomness.forumify)

When I wake up under my bed,
I see that the random has turned to red,

The random has vanished under my eyes,
Everything random has turned into lies,

My face is normal, my feet are, too
Guess how many feet I have? Two, TWO!

I never had two feet till now,
I never knew normal could feel so WOW,

I walk out of my bedroom with my new two feet,
I notice something, our house is not made out of wheat,

I start to panic, what will we eat?
Walls, paintings, scienceguyz, meat?

I remember now that random has gone,
In this new world, normal has won,

Normals eat really weird things,
From cows, to pie, to really big wings,

Not the kind of wings where you fly up above,
But the kind of wings where it has the spicy you love.

I walk downstairs to see my mom,
not my dad, not a womb, but my mom without .com,

I notice now, that everything has changed,
my house, my family, my friend named Dave,

I start to panic, what have they become?
I start to think then i remember, I have a brain in my head, not a lung!

I hate my life with the new, normal world,
I run upstairs, under my bed, not curled,

I close my eyes, wishing to be random again,
and when I open, I wake up with one foot and a pen,

Yes! My life, my face, my pen is back!
My back really hurts because it's a shack,

I wish this stays random, i wish it does,
Cause my mom is a womb, that's because!

Made out of randomness

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Thinking of a poem

I'm trying to make a poem for my writing class,
but what should it be about, a book, a giraffe, a mass?
I never knew making poems can be hard,
I have to think really hard while twisting my red card!
My thinking is on but I can think of nothing,
I wish my brain would really think of something.
I tap my pencil on the really giant table,
I don't think my poem should be about a fable.
Suddenly a light goes over my head,
I know what I should make my poem about so I touch my pencil led,
I'll right a poem about thinking about what my poem should be about,
I put my pencil on the paper and then I shout out:
"I know what I'm gonna do for a poem now!"
My sister comes in, rolls her eyes and says, "Wow."
I push her out the door and she yells at me,
I slowly close the door to hear the annoying she.

(More may be added to this!)
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There will be more soon!

Last edited by mangoman (Mar 16 2012 2:55:26 pm)