National Holiday

Today is bad poetry day you guys! In honor of bad poetry, I'm going to share with you a poem I just wrote right now!

The buildings are tall

The people are small

New York

In the city I see

Cabs

And

Other stuff

My friend is in

Labor today

With a baby

Why is it called labor

When the doctor is working?

Today

She will have a baby friend

A brand new

Baby friend

It may come out of her stomach

If she gets a C-Section or

Perhaps

Her vagina

I hope it

Goes well

Push

Babies are

New life

And

New life

Is what makes the buildings move

While they are tall

The people who built them

Are small