Two poems I wrote

                                                 Rain

The razored rain ruffles down rebuffing rocks

Ramming into ripoff rubble, thunder rumbled

Recycled raunchy rubbish roughly revoked the rain

Robbers run rampant for revenge

Rifles riveting rapidly

The rain deceased randomly 

After raggedy rain, rainbows reappear 

                      My favorite food

                                                             

                                             My favorite food always eats grass

                                         It eats and eats and milk comes out of it

                                 Then it has children and I wait for them to be killed

                                        When they  die their guts wiggle around

                                    But I picture it as a burger all safe and sound

                              My tummy starts a rumblin’ and I look down at my feet

              I hear the fire roaring as it’s almost time to feast