WAHHHHH

I'm soooo looking forward
to the lunch ahead of me.
Nothing special. Subway.
But food there is yummy.
I like the bread.
It tickles my stomach.
And the ice tea...mmm
cool like a hummock.
There's nothing better
than a bunch of time.
It's not extra, not free,
but utterly sublime.
This poem kinda sucks
and I'm ok with that
cuz I'm so chilled
I really wish I could scat.
Cuz Ella's where it's at
and I know she's so fly,
But my sad attempts to do so
go so far awry.
But Louis on his trumpet
is where my dreams will stay.
He's flawless, so perfect,
I'll be just like him one day.
Glenn Miller and his big band
can romance anybody
and his lyrics would never
be considered bawdy.
No one could match Miles Davis
and his bluesy way to swing.
As well as Louis can tut
and Ella can sing.

OK I'm done. Haha. Spares are fun. Mr.Valleau is like a really cool teacher! that is all I have to say at the moment.