Write a poem about anything as long as it's not plagiarized

See the running of the father,

I think he's angry at the oldfather.

He finds it hard to see the bottle,

Overshadowed by the scared cottle.

Who is that crying near the pillow?

I think she'd like to eat the calvillo.

She is but a lost child,

Admired as she sits upon a goodchild.

Her confused car is just a can,

It needs no gas, it runs on afghanistan.

She's not alone she brings a cabinet,

a pet mouse, and lots of kabinett.

The mouse likes to chase a chair,

Especially one that's in the airfare.

The father shudders at the hurt paper

He want to leave but she wants the wastepaper.