Music Poem
Rat A Tat Tat
And A Rum A Tum Tum
There Goes Aron Blye
Beatin’ On His Drums
Every Day Is The Same Song
Just A Different Verse
Addicted To Music
This Is My Curse
Drumsticks Spin In The Air
As The Guitarist Plugs In
On The Count Of Three
Were Ready To Begin
The Music Is So Loud
The Amps All Pop
A Sharp Knocking At My Door
I Guess The Neighbors Called The Cops.
2 comments:
Haha love it!
aron blye!!!!!!!! i absolutely love love love loveeeeeeeeeeeeee this poem. its adorable! kbye.
JLANT!
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