I'm going to write a poem
about nothing at all.
If it starts to make sense
then i'll start to stall.
Most people think that
zebras are white
and that they're covered
in random black stripes.
I'd like to correct
this misconception.
They're black with white stripes,
sorry for the deception.
Six of one,
half a dozen of the other,
I've got a father
and a mother.
I'm wearing socks
and I have a nose.
Spoiled brats say,
"I want one of those!"
I don't like peas
but I do like rice.
This is making me hungry,
some food would be nice.
I just blinked,
I just did it again.
Some day I'll get a life,
I wonder when.
My poem is over,
so that means i'm done,
ta ta for now,
smell ya later, have fun.