BAD POETRY AT ITS FINEST
Read at your own risk. Bad & funny poetry done in only one draft. You've been warned!
Friday, April 27, 2012
I swear if I hear you chew your food,
I'll be sad and do some stuff.
I knew a kid who chewed his food,
Little did he know, he was in the hood.
One guy didn't like it, not for lunch
He busted a cap'n the crunch.
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