Needing no explanation, I give you a poem... by Matt. (With sincere apologies to poets everywhere.) I hate poems. I truly do. I moped around, now I’m locked in my room. This is the worst punishment my body can consume. I hate poems. I truly do. You shouldn’t be mad when your mom says no. She has a reason that you do not know. You may not understand when she says no. But don’t be a baby and get off the floor. All I wanted was a little fun time. Whoever writes poems has way too much free time. I hate them, I really do. Because they are as boring as poo.