The fat dream poems

i made some poems.... whoohoo forthe competition ( i think).

Fats and dreams

Fats and rice,
Dreams and pies,
Fat and dreams don’t slice,
Eat and fill
Swallow them whole
Then feel the bottom rise
Sing the song of fat dream’s price
And watch the song go wide.

Comes true?

Certain realm has certain taste,
Lies the grim of hard work paste,
So beautiful the dream that swell,
Doesn’t exist where pigs had dwell,
Shortcuts shone the way to fame,
But effort lies on the way ahead,
Up to you that’s what they say,
Comes true or not it will it will?

Catch me if you can

I am fat,
I am will,
I am the dream of what comes true,
Soon to find my merry man,
Who twist and work and wriggle as well,
Those who lie won’t keep my pace,
Hurry hurry,
Don’t stop in pain,
Come to me in decent pace.