the poets poem

Salad shoes Stinky poos Rainbow glitter Stupid litter I am a poet So my grass you need to mow it As I write a rhyme But now is probably not the time As I have a job to do After I done my poo As I have to write some more As letters that I pour From A B C Down to my knee As books galore Pages piling on the floor I am a poet So my grass you need to mow it I am a poet I am a poet