Poetic Genius

3. Like the fairy godmother that turned me into a plum.

Humanbean01
This poem was mostly made by prOcrAstInAtIOnnn , and edited by me, with the ending line made by me. We are both still editing it, so if you find some issues, let us know, because we're working on it. Thanks!

THE CUBE-SHAPED SPHERE
This thing, he is a sphere
Yes, the thing right here
He should be round,
And not stuck in the ground,
But instead, he is square
No, not shaped like a pear
Like a cube
Not one that can fit in a tube
A big fat one
And he can't even 'pun'
He's just sitting
In a big fitting
Bowl
That'd roll
That he'd made
Not because he was paid,
But because he can't move,
Meaning, he can't groove
Because he's stuck in a groove
Of mud
At which the sphere says, "Crud."
And goes on with his merry life
That's full of strife
For he's stuck
In a pile of muck
And so he sits, fat
Much like a cat
One that's very much asleep
Where it's free for a creep
To spy
On you, making you cry,
Calling you a cube
Not only that, but a noob
Who doesn't use any lube
When moving heavy furniture
Made of a fir
For it has much friction
No, not fiction
For it's non-fiction
Very much real
So he eats his meal of seal
That's full of blubber
Seal blubber
Of which he spits on a clubber
Who has peeked,
When she has 'seeked'
For something to sit on
So she can eat her Bon Bon.
When she'd found out 'it was a chicken'
From the cow who says, "eat more chikin,"
She runs
From a can of buns
And of beans
Bean teens
The one called Burt scares her
When he makes her call him Sir
Even though
He says, "Fo sho,"
When they met
When she's eating a 'carret'
Though she promptly spits it out
For it makes her have gout
In her gut
The one that she has cut
While eating a diamond
While she's trying to be like Ryan
Who is always rhymin'
Like a goose
Who has been let loose
In his backyard
So the goose made a 'get well' card
For his shoe
Who had lost its crew
In the sea of junk
That had a bit of gunk
In its mouth
The one that is down south
On Goose's foot
Which was covered with soot
From the chimney
Of Kim's knee
For it had been trying to be Santa
So he repeated a mantra
About the sphere
Who hadn't thought about his career
He was so caught up
Hadn't even bothered to say, "sup"
Because he was really a cube
As well as Ube
Who was a cube
But really a sphere
Yes, right here
On earth
She was filled with great mirth
When Cube tripped
And gripped
A piece of water
So he caught her
And she turns to vapour
He turned and said to a pore
"The moments like this",
I don't feel like a kiss
With The Afters
No, but the crafters
For they are pretty cool
When they jump in the pool.
I wish you were cool, like me
So you wouldn't have to pay a fee
To my skin
The ones of my kin."
And so he kicked it
No, not that oven mitt
That pore
As he watched it soar
Over his head
The one he had grown in bed
When he was bored
So he consulted Kord
For head growths
So he made Kord some oaths
Of oat
Which had made up a boat
That was having a float
In that moat
Full of sea
No, not C
But B
Who was also known as Bianca
Who was from Sri Lanka
And so
She turned to Po
And joined him in the eating
Of the dumpling
Then ate much more
While they sank through a pore
Which was as big as her mouth
Though, a little south
And so, she died
Because those dumplings had been fried
And hawt
So they got caught
In the act
So they faced that fact
That they were just way too great
They were better than Fate
Who was pretty low,
Lower than Po
Who was fat,
Fatter than my cat
That doesn't exist
So it didn't know it had been missed
By no one
So it missed out on no fun
For it couldn't
And wouldn't
Because,
It's name was Lozz
Full name, Lozza
Who didn't like mozza-
-rella
Just like Ella
Who was too busy eating her umbrella
With Cinderella
While they ate
In that weird state
Of shock
For it was a lock
That had whacked them
In the stem
Of their flowers
Which had powers
Like the fairy godmother that turned me into a plum.