LinesRoses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems have four lines,Some poems have five,Like this one.
Some Poems Rhymeï»¿Roses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems rhymeBut this one doesn't.
Period Poem. When your stomach gurgles and spurts out blood. Another nice pair of panties out in a must. FUCK YOU UTERUS FOR USING ENERGY TO CREATE A BLOOD BED FOR A FETUS INSTEAD OF FASTER METABOLISM. (I must be psychotic, I must be demented, I must have watched "what." by bo burnham too fucking minted). Not sure if I have seen enough blood or not near enough. Not sure if I want to stab you in the nuts. Not sure if it's hormones or my unquenchable thirst for blood. Cause' woman see more blood then they ever must. And I was saving those really expensive chocolates for an occasion.Well the occasion is me groaning in pain watching Netflix. I really wanted to save these chocolates for civilization.Now I ache to think I may have to go to work soon. I feel bloated, contorted, exploding and at any second; vomited. They say masturbation helps me with the pain, but then I'll haveto scrub my hands and do
Things he saysIf wishes were fishesIt would be a stinky world.
Dear Mr Shredder...Don't tell me your shaking in your bootsat the sound of our weapons looseWhy make us chase youthere's nothing you can doit's simple, plain as can be seenwhen we're done, you wont like the color greengo ahead and send your ninja after usthe more you try you make a fusstwenty down, one target, that's youYou're gonna have to face us that's trueShake in your tin suit that's okaythe more you shield yourself the better I sayfour kids can take you down with their eyes closedbreak the suit from your skin you're all exposedfor the world to see so much moreyou're no match for us fourmy brothers and I can kick your *ssshove you right through the window glasswe'll watch silently, down you goto the pavement far belowYou, Mr. Shredder are no moreyou've been down downgraded to first floorhow's it feel to actually bleedyour no longer being fed by greeda team of mutants can take you downdefeat you and take your crownyou never was a kingheartache is all you ever bringRejoice
Ode to AflackOde to AflackDear Aflack, my fine poetic friend,I cannot see why you cannot just accept your name.It is a name, of such power,such majesticness,and yet...you do not see the beauty that is your name.Oh what glorious rays of joydoes your name send forth.So how, my friend, can you hate it so?Dearest, Aflack,Please...love your name.It is the only one you have.
Un petit Poeme - A little PoemYesterday evening I saw this funny Deviation of a Dear Friend af mine!http://klo-badelaine.deviantart.com/art/Parfois-440496566And, reading at the comment below...... I started to write a comment ...... and soon, following a spring of the moment (I was in a funny mood), I began to try to wrote in rhymes in my very poor French!And now, since I would to have and give to you a funny moment in this bad, heavy and nervous day,...I would share with you my little, silly, French-written "Poem"!"Parfois j'aime attacher mes amies.Sometimes i love tying my girlfriends up." (Klo-Badelaine)Et un bonne Journée a tout le Monde!
BoredomB eing done with finals, O ne should feel ecstatic. R ight, about that.... E ndless days with nothing planned. D idn't think I'd get this far.... O blivious and a bit lonely, M y new boyfriend's name is Netflix.
NonsensicalRoses are blueDinosaurs are purpleThis poem makes no senseToaster.