BAD POETRY AT ITS FINEST
Read at your own risk. Bad & funny poetry done in only one draft. You've been warned!
Friday, October 29, 2010
The cat named mittens
I had a cat named mittens
Last night it had a dozen kittens
I clapped my hands, I jumped for joy,
Then I winced my face,
Cause mittens is a boy.
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