Poetry With Pusha V : Who ate my soup?

Hello friends this is what I like to call Poetry with Pusha V. I know I know this is what you guys have been waiting for. You dreams have come true and no it is not a nightmare. Every once in a while I will drop a poem like cold fries in hot grease. Hehe sit back and enjoy. (My blog never sleeps it keep on updating itself.) I ALSO CHANGED THE RANDOM QUESTION ON MY PROFILE,

*Ahem*
Hey who ate my soup!?
My day was fine but now it is turning into poop.
Trying to find it I turned over the couch.
Disappointed I ran and screamed in rage out of my house.
I smell a soup!
Being so hungry I started to foam at the mouth.
People are staring at me as if I am a total goof.
Cuz' I left my soup on top of my roof!
Muaha ha ha
ha ha
ha
Thank you.
(Now you may snap your fingers)
Post your comments on this. Lol

Poetry With Pusha V : Why is there air?

Hello friends this is what I like to call Poetry with Pusha V. I know I know this is what you guys have been waiting for. You dreams have come true and no it is not a nightmare. Every once in a while I will drop a poem like cold fries in hot grease. Hehe sit back and enjoy. (Sorry No art right now lol. I am currently sketching.I will post some art soon like tomorrow.)

Why is there air?
Do I need it so I can eat my pear?
Do I need it so I can draw?
Do I need it in order to chase a mouse who is small?
Do I need it so I can dunk on a guy who is 11 feet tall?
Rising like a cookething cake.
I need my air for goodness sake.
Muaha ha ha
ha ha
ha
Thank you.
(Now you may snap your fingers)
Post your comments on this. Lol