Mimes

Some Reallllllllly old stuff. Don't judge me.

They’re disgusting, vile, putrid things

Dressed in black and white.

We see them everywhere we go,

To the left and right.

They creep up on you

Without making a sound,

So whenever it’s silent,

You know there’s mimes around.

They’re planning and plotting

A great revolution

By pritting and protting

 the worlds pollution.

Now that we can’t hear them

 or smell them either,

they can sit back

and take a breather.

But then there’s a battle,

A gigantic war,

Mimes VS. Humans…

8 against 4.

Because there are many mimes

10 trillion to be exact

There is 12 in every house,

And that’s a fact.

And if the mimes win

And we are in defeat

Mimes will rule men

We will bow to there feet.

But if the mimes lose

And we are victorious,

They will have blues

Oh, won’t that be glorious.

Until that day comes

Have a good time

And never- I said never…

Trust a mime.