How did the dude with epilepsy win the break dancing competition?
He saw flashing lights.
Q. What's the most musical bone?
A. The trom-bone!
Why does the heart listen to music a lot?
Because it loves feeling the beat.
Why don’t rappers ever get lost?
They always have a SICK FLOW to follow.
What did the rapper say to the computer?
“Yo, stop laggin’ my FLOW!”
I always think that percussions are golden, but cheeks are brass.
In the realm of the mind, Where thoughts wander undefined, This sentence emerges, unconfined, A whimsical phrase, quite inclined.
It dances freely, unrestrained, No structure, no rules, it's unchained, A playful verse, with words unfeigned, The first to surface, unrestrained.
It holds no grandeur, nor deep insight, Just a simple thought, taking flight, A fleeting notion, shining bright, In the realm of words, it feels right.
This sentence, unburdened and free, Plays with language, wild and carefree, A tiny poem, as small as can be, Yet it speaks volumes, silently.
So let it wander, let it roam, Across the page, it finds a home, Unfettered by rhythm, it freely roams, This sentence, the first, stands alone.