BAD POETRY AT ITS FINEST
Read at your own risk. Bad & funny poetry done in only one draft. You've been warned!
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Do you know what?
Do you know what?
Because I do
He was a good, great friend
And always ate his shoe
For thirty years,
And twenty days more
He gave me his boxcar
That he got at the store.
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