weird

Everyone knows my dreams are weird,
But this one pretty much tops the rest…
It’s about the YWP conference.
Everyone was there,
Mango,
Usagi,
Squeejay,
Apples,
Everyone.
Apples came with me to the conference
And the first person we met at the door was Mango.
She looked just like her picture,
But she was short,
So short that she only came to my knees,

My Grandmas name is Bob,
She dislikes me and my mom,
She adores my little brother,
But hates me and my mother,
It is so unfair,
I have ugly hair,
His is red and curly,
And he is so very girly,
She makes me wear poofy dresses,
And he makes messy messes,
She makes me clean them,
She is very mean then,
He wants a hen,
She gives him ten,
I want a puppy,
Not even as much as a guppy,

Right now,
I am sad.
I cry at the loss
Of the weird,
Rubber,
Squishy thing
That resided on the top
Of my pen.
It flew off,
As to escape the touchier
Of me playing with it
To ease my extreme
Boredom.
Alas!
What will I ever do without
The weird,
Rubber,
Squishy thing
On my pen?
There is hope!
I see it!
Can I reach it?
Who cares?
Life is good!!!

Oh weirdo cheese that comes in a spray can.
You are so unique,
Unlike any other cheeses out there,
Your color.
It is one of the most unnatural,
Neon orange colors I have ever seen.
Your texture is that of oil paint.
No other cheese is like that,
Unless it is melted.
Also,
The “Do Not Refrigerate” sign
Around your neck
Makes me wonder.
Why Not?
What are you made of?

The Animal