I'm writing for no reason
its the summer season
its late at night
and im starting to write
I feel so high
I could almost fly
I'm wide awake
and want to bake a cake
but the cat is sleeping on
the mat
its in my way
now I have to stay
inside my room
dancing with a broom
no theres no point to this rhyme
it just a waste of my time
and now theres nothing left to
rhyme but this last line.
