I wanted to be an artist. I wanted to recite poetry while dancing, painting and riding a bus but things didn’t go as planned. On one bus, I was strapped to a windshield wiper during a thunderstorm. On another, the driver tied me to the steering wheel using my head to steer the bus. Finally, the last bus went to the zoo and the passengers tossed me into the gorilla cage. The gorilla didn’t attack me until I started reciting my poetry. Maybe that’s the problem.
Wannabe Comic
A Photographer Who Wants To Be A Comedian
Wannabe Comic 
Everybody’s a critic, they really hate poetry too
Even down by the zoo, where Gorillas threw their poo.
I think poetry’s infectious. I’d better stay away from buses. 😀
Gorillas are very elitist! They only appreciate ballet.