Thursday, October 27, 2011

Some terribad poetry. Or, sonnets, b*tches love sonnets.

I hope you do not see this as a joke
Although I do see this with hilarity
It started all with just a simple poke
It might lead me to such disparity

I think about this each and ev'ry breath
Though I am nothing but a simple fool
A life without you might as well be death
because the fate of this world can be cruel

I hope that I can get to know you more
With each and ev'ry passing day and night
Although my taste in poetry is poor
I hope that this will tickle your delight

I wish that I was not such a bumbling twit
So least you'd think that I had a sharp wit

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