A poem I made

Once upon a time, before time,
There stood a clock, hung on the wall,
With six arms, and only legs it walked,
Wandering through the dry ocean,
It found a sword, shot the ground,
Kept its balance, and fell down,
It kicked its foot which it used to kick,
And tasted the music underground,
It used its memory to forget,
The color he heard, and what he wished,
It then realized it was dead,
And in its boredom left itself,
Walked into a room without a door,
And saw a mirror,
He saw the saw which he saw,
And cut down the cherry tree,
So he could pick the apples,
When it rained he stayed dry,
And used his watch to tell the time

oh my good lord that was absolutely amazing!

My brain melted while reading that XD its like you wrote it while you were smokin dat marijuana