If I had a jet pack,
I'd circle into space,
with roller-blades on my feet
and pencils in my hands.
But skating on the moon
is better in the morning,
and I feel better when
I am drawing
So I'll draw myself a picture
a rainbow tailed dinosaur
and I'll put him in a bowl
and fill the bowl with milk
suddenly everything
seems so much calmer
cats wearing bow ties
having tea with a llama
seems great
and even though I'm running late
to such a rad party
I don't seem to mind that
it's already started.
My attire isn't fitting
I think there was a theme
I must have misplaced the invitation
that explained everything
so I fire up the jet-pack
and head back home
but when I arrive to my dismay
all my friends have gone
oh no I think to myself
I'll draw up some more
but all my pencils are broken
and I left my paper on the moon
what a disaster