Bad Poetry

The Grass Looks Like a Fool

The morning is cold,

As I get to school,

The dew is frozen on the grass,

And lookin like a fool

The grass looks like a fool,

Yes it does,

The grass looks like a fool,

Yes, it does

The grass is green right now,

Because it is getting watered,

But soon it will not be green,

Just like your daughter

And the grass will look like a fool,

Yes it will,

The grass will look like a fool,

Yes, it will

No longer will the children play in it,

Because it is un-soft and brown,

Nobody will like grass anymore,

Nobody in the town

And the grass will feel like a fool,

Yes it will,

The grass will feel like a fool,

Yes, it will

But wait, it is going to snow,

And I can’t see the grass because of the snow,

The grass looks white now,

It has a certain kind of glow,

And the grass doesn’t look like a fool,

No it doesn’t,

The grass doesn’t look like a fool,

No, it doesn’t

Wait just kidding I hate white grass,

It’s almost as bad as that brown color,

I guess there really isn’t grass to see,

Because it is all covered,

Except for the spots that are melted,

Because the sun seems to hover,

Over those spots,

So the snow melted into water,

And the snow still looks like a fool,

Yes it does,

The snow still looks like a fool,

Yes, it does. And always will, Phil.