Sunday, February 21, 2010

Very Bad Poetry

Today the sky was blue

i wish shed get a clue

your face looks like poo

my grandma made me stew

i ate it for dinner

now i feel like a winner

i don't want to be a sinner
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2 comments:

  1. Chuck NorrisFebruary 25, 2010 at 7:35 AM

    i dont care what they say, poetry that doesnt rhyme makes me mad. so i like this poem.

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  2. Dikembe MutomboFebruary 25, 2010 at 7:38 AM

    I thought this poem was really bad, so good job. But I would like to know more about your grandma making you stew and you eating it for dinner.

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