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 Month
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.
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