Big Moods

When I have a big mood

I get a little ‘tude

And I sound a little rude

I don’t mean to sound rude

But when I have a big mood

It doesn’t fit in my nood-

le of a brain and protrudes

Through my words and exudes

My space until it’s been spewed

Across the place and once

It’s all been spewed

And there is no more mood

I’ll say sorry for being rude

And then my best dude

We can go grab some food

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