three, two, one I'll be starting this war,
one, two, three I'll be giving you a cup of tea.
six, five, four I'll be counting from your door.
four, five, six getting ready, I'll be throwing you bricks.
nine, eight, seven I'll never let you win.
seven, eight, nine I'm drinking my wine.
ten, I'll start by counting again.
one, you need to hide inside a bun.
two, I'll sue you, but conceal and never be boo.
three, look not if you can't hold your pee.
four, again, I'm starting at your door.
five, gather your poof look for a hive.
six, you shouldn't let me know your wix.
seven, let me take you to a place — heaven.
eight, I'm weighing if I should go for a bet.
nine, did I scare you? or will I hear you whine?
ten, here I come. I was hiding in the den.
eleven, I'm kidding! I'm playing with you again.
twelve, I need to rest so wait for your elves.
thirteen, I was talking about your friendly green.
fourteen, carry on, I'll be finishing this bean.
fifteen, I'm running out of rhyming words again.
sixteen, ugh! no one can let me down. I'm a queen.
seventeen, I'll stop, but wait you're not going to reign.
eighteen, I'm coming...kidding
bogsh! that was close.
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Wandering Through Poetry
PoetryPoetry because the essence of our life depends on it. note: these are actually the poems i accumulated for the past 3 years.
