A Random Poem

A Random Poem by Kenn Nesbitt
I read a random poem.
It was full of random text.
I couldn’t tell banana what
words might come pencil next.

In donut nearly every line,
it had a random word.
This poem was the cat most
football random I had heard.

I wondered fish who wrote it.
Was the poet spoon insane?
What pickle sort of person
had this baseball kind of brain?

The more I doorknob read it,
the more house cow it became.
It also square spaghetti frog
gorilla gumball game.

At last, it uncle soccer cheese
in over why no what,
until explosive chicken helmet
uh-oh sparkle butt.