A bunch of thunder and lighting in my brain,
even though there is no rain.
Millions of ideas expanding my head,
just like a baking a loaf of bread.
Amazing, awsome, unique, never sinking,
“Headless chickens laying golden eggs” what was I thinking??
Soon my idea comes spitting out,
and I am on my schemes route.
Man have I worked to rhyme,
to make this little poem of mine!