Here we go again,
Storm is making more rhymes.

He does it so awesome,
It's classified as a crime.

Round and round we go,
Now I shot you in the ear.

So I call to my dog,
And tell Miza to bring my slippers here.

Slippers on foot,
I recline in my comfy ass chair.

As I sit here,
I can feel my cats' stare.

So I gathered my thoughts,
And polished my keys.

Now here I come,
Strapped to a pair of skis.

Isn't this insane,
My awesome rhyming scheme?

I'll bet it is,
As awesome as energy beams.

Now my poem draws to a close,
And I come up with more things to say.

So here's the last one,
Now I'll go away.