Prophetic Wart Poem by Nvisible 2Luv

I'm not a squirrel
Darting here and there
Let's just say
I have lots of hare
Swerve to the left
Sway to the right
Back to the middle
When I'm feeling uptight
It's a dance that I do
As I progress down the road
Being sure to absorb
The sounds of the Toads
Had a wart on my lip
In Mrs. Readdick's class
She called it to all kids' attention
Like a true Southern ass
But like Mama told me
That too did pass

With twelve tribes united
My Prince I will find
Together we all
Will heal the ills of mankind
See, I know this to be true
Taught to settle for nithing less
To be finidhed later
Battery dying