Throw that paper ball
Pull mr Johnson’s dreads
What would his dreads look like in a bun

Kick the wall
Accidentally breaks a hole
Oh no what do I do
I broke the wall

Kick mycah in the shins
Just do it
He won’t mind

Touch Morgan’s chin
Not the outside the inside

Flood the hair
Doesn’t matter just flood it

Pull the dreads
Pet mycah

Young man there are leaves all around
I said young man eat a leaf off the ground

I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AAAAFFFRRRICCAAAAAAA

beauty in stupidity

I am comic sans

Sent from my iPhone (excuse any grammatical errors)

Disclaimer: This poem was written for the March Badness contest. All submissions are purposefully written badly.