Wow! This is probably the worst poem EVER! Even though it is terrible, it is also the best poem in the world!
Themeless Randomness
The thing I like the most,
is that I like to eat toast.
When I die,
I will be a ghost.
Stay close and around,
Right there near the ground.
The prince is to be crowned,
The way he thinks is profound.
The baby is so sweet,
the way he likes to eat.
He really likes his meat,
he thinks it is a treat.
On the news, someone has drowned,
He was pushed under by a hound.
I just hate that sound,
it makes me feel run-down.
The way I like to greet,
makes me feel indiscreet.
I know it’s kind of discreet,
but this poem no longer repeats.
I know it’s confound,
This story has wound,
I don’t want to end this but I have found,
That this poem needs to be bound.
I’ve learned many things in poetry this year, but the best things I’ve learned are probably consonances and assonances. A consonance is when there is a consonant that is repeated a bunch. In an assonance, the same thing happens except with a vowel. Dankerschein!