This limerick doesn't make any sense but it is still a poem.

There once was a turtle called hi,
who ate everything but pie,
she ate a small piece of cake,
not knowing she was at the lake,
and the whole thing fell off the sky.
 

 
When I sit,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

When I stand up,
ready to go out,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

When I get my bag,
and I leave,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

When I go to my next class,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

Guess it...

DONG!!!!!!!

I once  had a car,
that went so far,
and I was unable,
to learn the times table

And when I,
wanted a pie,
I could not eat,
something like meat.

Mum went to space,
to sketch the face,
of my grandma,
and my grandpa.

My Camera walks,
my clock sings,
my closet smells a pie,
my bin protests,
my pen starts to roll,
my labtop starts to fly,
my album tugs on to my teddy which fights back.
Everything is a disaster.
Then my favorite glass jar drags himself out of the shelf,
and when I try to catch it....
IT WAS ONLY A DREAM!!!!

I was walking down the dark streets of the brown, old city,
And I walked past a weird guy.
I was too shy to look at him in the eye,
but I knew that his hair was blue.
I saw that his skin was purple,
and his eyebrows were green.
His wiggly arms were at the level of his dirty feet.
His black ears on the end of his waist,
his strange-looking eyes on the top of his toes.
His  disgusting yellow mouth was tucked in his belly,
and he wore his blue hair as if it were his cloak.
His face you may ask,
what did it have?
He left it empty,
he left it blank.
So if he ever needed it for 1 or 2 extra senses,
he would add it on,
and like that he would carry on.