One day I slipped down a rabbit hole,

I decided to stay.

I made cute rhymes,

made time pass every day.

I took A.P english at tea time with Mad Hatter,

sat with a mouse, a dog, and a funny looking cat, chatter.

I practiced here and there,

like Dr. Seuss I did it everywhere.

I practiced at school on a stool,

and wrote poems in my room with a broom.

But I don't need green eggs and ham,

just directionless moods.

I follow the flow,

I'm like the Chesire with no where to go,

I'm open to all the roads.

So I walked and followed that toothy big grin,

it led me to a college named Rutgers

where I read in front of my Kin.

A day or two before the event I was flying,

my teacher told me,

"Write a poem, it won't hurt to try it."

I got honorable mention, that's second place,

they gave me a certificate, and took pictures of my face.

I heard I beat thousands,

not hundreds,

plenty of schools,

most likely really funded

with students sitting back,

confounded.

I'm no artist, I just write what goes,

but I love it, it's me, I might write a book who knows?