Bad Poetry

the day comes to a close, why am i not wearing clothes, thats weird.
when you run toward a house, you try to find a grouse,, with your spouse, and a cowse.
i like cowse, it tastes like tongue, tongue is good. im too sexy for gung, dont expose me to that crap
i like to snap, and tap, and poop. funny, schunny, fonty.
can you read my name? i like chicken
snowmobile, crowmobile, ski-dat-tle, get outa here pooch.

PEACE ON EARTH. save the trees for the sake of grass.