A Solution of Mental Pollution

There once was a girl named Julia

Who had to write a rhyme for English class

She didn’t know what to write for her ballad,

But she knew she should depict a blast

She tried and she tried

But still no ideas came

She didn’t know what to write

She was going insane

Mr. Dubose said

‘Your ballad needs to be long’

Julia thought to herself,

‘How can it be long AND still be strong?’

She thought about adventure

She thought about food

She thought about all

The different types of mood

As she was working on another piece

Finally an idea came

It was ridiculous, absurd

And really quite inane

She started to rhyme

And she started to write

Maybe Julia’s ballad

Was now taking flight!

Not a songwriter

She’s not of that kind

To try to write a good song

She almost lost her mind

That wasn’t true

But I’m sure it’s okay

As long as you’re not a horse

And don’t need to eat hay

Once she started to write

Out came the verse

As it went along

It seemed to get worse

She thought about everything

From cowboys to rockets

As a last resort

She even considered writing about

The lint in her pocket!

This wouldn’t have been a good idea

For lint is pretty boring about to read

I think most people

Would rather a broken knee

She kept on churning out

These silly gosh-darn rhymes

They’re so bizarre

They’re surely one of a kind

The poem began to resemble

That silly Dr. Seuss

Even though he was a writer

And she’s just a silly goose

Once she got going

She realized the idea wasn’t so bad

Now she could continue her work

Without feeling so sad

As she wrote her ballad

The lines begun to add up

It was almost as though her mind

Had been given a “Giddyup!”

As she wrapped up her lines

She knew she was coming to the end

As she thought of her poem

She knew she wouldn’t be setting a trend

Distractions were rampant

And it was hard to write

Then again, it wasn’t that hard

To write this little ditty tonight

The other possibilities

Loomed in the past

But really, what was so bad

About being a bit silly to the last?

And what do you know?

This was her ballad

Here is a jumble of words

That is really quite valid