Poems that rhyme

Jackson

Once I had a really weird dream,
It was about as weird as a diary covered in cream.
The dream started in my class,
I was looking at my fake unicorn made of brass.
I don't know what I did but apparently it cause detention,
And for my teacher to scream "you just want attention.
I got up when the bell rang for lunch,
Went to the cafeteria to find something with a crunch.
Sadly the only thing there was a bowl of piling soup,
So I had that but only a scoop.
I finally headed to detention after all,
Around a few corners and down the hall.
I opened the fore to see,
That there were others besides me.
I saw a pair of identical twins,
Jason and Jackson who were full of sins.
I could see it in their icy blue stare,
But one thing for sure I couldn't bare.
Was to see a geek,
Who had been in here all week.
I took a seat at the back,
I looked over my shoulder to see the teacher Mr Mack.
I turned and looked out the window I was sitting by,
But then my peace was disturbed by some guy.
I turned to face him with my icy stare,
With an expression on my face saying "I'm busy here".
He looked at me for a while,
Then he began to smile.
He told me his name was Jackson,
And his quiet twin out the front was Jason.
I knew I only had to put up with him for about an hour,
Then I could get outta here acting all sour.
He asked me how long I got,
And my reply was "only one shot".
Which now I see,
Was extremely dumb of me.
Jackson picked up my bowl of soup,
Threw it on the ground and started to whoop.
"Mr Mack, Mr Mack,
This girl in the back.
Just threw her soup,
I don't think you can send her back to the coop. "
So in the dream I spend the whole day,
With Jackson no stop talking away.
All thanks to that little brat Jackson,
But I have to say I did get lost in a trans of relaxation.