Random poem

Daniel Brizuela                                                                                                                              11/10/11

Random Poem.

Somewhere out there,

Just you know where,

Be it what he wears.

You know when it tears.

For there is no time,

But one with lime,

And that’s with less.

Except with the mess,

In case you munch.

So you lose your brunch.

When you say it back,

It has a little crack.

You fix it with a cook,

Even if you have to hook,

You do that to a hill.

Then accept the bill,