Daaaaaaaaaaaamn

I really ought to be writing more shouldn't I? Well, once I get my netbook back, then I'll have more access to the comp, so I will actually write more. So yeah.
Last week in ChemCom I was super bored, and since I sit in the front row I couldn't read under my desk, so instead I got this flash of inspiration, and decided to write this piece of poetry. In advance, no, I was not high when I wrote this.
Tick tock
The mouse ran up the clock
The cuckoo sang
The blue bird rang
Laughing under the bright blue moon
Dancing round the fiddling child
Bright jewled beetles
Shimmered in the starlight
They were plucked from leaves
And under logs
To adorn hair and cloths and shoes
The madly jigging elves
Giggled as the frenzy grew
Deep drum beats echoed
Calling those who heard
They came from far and near
All a manner of fur and feathers and scales
Writhing in glorious agony
As the pulsing drums grew louder
Forming a circle around the child
They shrieked and wailed
Whirling around and around
The beating grew louder
Claws and paws and hooves beating the ground
The bright blue moon began to turn red
As one by one they all dropped dead
While the child stood calmly and played.
Whacha think? I do believe that I'll make a poll about it. Yes, yes I will!
Btw, my hair is staying natural for a while. Thank you for your reasponses, but Idk when I'll be going to the hair salon anytime soon.
That's all for now folks. Ttyl.