Poetry's Tale to Tell

Learned To Count

One, two, three.

I need to find the key,

That will let me be free.

Four, five, six.

Don't try to fix what you broke,

I know it's a trick,

To hide your other chick.

Seven, eight, nine.

Yippee, I've reached the finish line!

Time to treat myself and dine.

There is no ten,

Because I'm done with men.

I've learned to count,

So I could leave. . .

I find this poem kinda funny. Let me know how you guys feel about it :)