Topic: THE MUSHROOM AND THE DWARF
THE MUSHROOM AND THE DWARF.
I’m a very little dwarf living in a big, big mushroom
I clean it everyday with my very small sized broom
I have all I need: a few rooms, a kitchen, a bed, and even a small bathroom
I see a lot of people passing by, even those who collect them to consume.
Yesterday I saw an actress; I believe her name was Witherspoon
I am so happy here and my house is out of sight, even for a classroom
Passengers won’t take my house because it has a red roof with white dots, not good to consume
It’s so quiet here, you see trees, flowers and bees flying over with their noise making zoom, zoom
My age? I’m 233 years old and my daughter already 165 years, wearing a forest perfume
She lives with me, since a “big foot" stepped on her house, and lives now in that spare room
I write this poem to inform you we exist, but we’re so fast, really fast a skill you must assume
My little legs, my red pants, a white shirt and a hat red with a white dot and ready for a ballroom
I wear red shoes, the top pointing to the sky, I look better than Orlando Bloom
Yes indeed I spend a lot of time squeezing out some pimples, and cleaning my long beard in my fancy bathroom
Oh Jesus, I forgot that later on this day, another couple dwarfs, is coming here to see my house I presume
They told to they told me they wanted to buy my house, but doing this I‘ll loose my house, I loose my mushroom.
- MY GUITAR PLAYS EVERY STYLE = BLUES, ROCK, METAL, so I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO PLAY IT.
[color=blue]Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock.[/color]