I know I can't see you,
while you read the words I'm writing,
But I can hear you laughing,
At my poem, So I'm hiding.
I might stay here forever,
Hiding right here in this spot,
So, you need to say your sorry,
Or come out of hiding, I will not.
I know you thought my poem,
Was supposed to be funny,
But it was meant to be taken seriously,
And make me lots of money.
So, as long as your laughing,
I won't come out of hiding,
So, you better knock it off,
Fine then, I'll just stop writing!
The End.
©skintech
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