Read at your own risk. Bad & funny poetry done in only one draft. You've been warned!
Friday, October 29, 2010
The cubicle
I was sitting in a cubicle, talking on the phone.
I then started eating syrup, cause I was all alone.
Then something happened, it made my boss disgusted,
I fell back on my chair, the cubicle then was busted.
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