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A poem, by Matt

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.