BAD POETRY AT ITS FINEST
Read at your own risk. Bad & funny poetry done in only one draft. You've been warned!
Monday, May 14, 2012
May is the day I may go out and play.
I may play, you say, so I'll not stay.
I play in May, with Trey and Mey,
I prey we stay to lay with the Fray?
M'kay you say, in may, today.
Perhaps one day, we'll play, in June.
Share to Twitter
Share to Facebook
Share to Pinterest
Post a Comment
Post Comments (Atom)