Funny Poem by JC

I’m making a box full of things that are funny
Like that scaff that goes to the shop to collect some money
I laugh at the fat people who waddle up the hill
So they can get their chocolate cakes that they kill for
But when they have to come back down the hill they just roll back home
So they can jump on their little foam chair
When I’m in America I see people in their kitchens stabbing cereal boxes
Because they are serial killers
With their big bushy eyebrows that smell like a pump
When I see nits in people’s hair I feel sick
When they jump from heads to heads