What Nonsense.

it's not fair.
one bad rhyme-pattern, hurriedly composed poem cannot outdo all of my letters and all.
no, not fair.

and, you know what?
Somebody wuvs me sooooooo much.

(as much as Somebody hates it-)
=)

So, okay

I am given to being
stupid and saying
silly fings, but meaning
not a thing.

I say them with no spite
i get nothing right
and you like me despite
when you should actually slap me tight.

I suck at poetry
I just can't rhyme
But now it sets me free
for twas my fault this time.

I just wrote in
to say somethin',
S it starts with
Y it ends with.

'Sexy' you might think,
but that's not it;
I am not one to hoodwink,
(Go call me a twit)

Okay,
think of this as a bouquet,
with a note popping out which
just says, 'Sorry ya, bitch'.

oh bother.
who said this is about writing skills?!

gee.
some people.

Of course i have not forgotten this place.
I visit it quite often myself.
But do not write, that is all.
That is attributed to poor, and what the hell, non-existent writing skills.
Also, i be in final year of emmbeebeeyess. Four syllable academic hurdles are always little pain in posterior. Remember essessellsee?
While i enjoy abusing that excuse, what remains the truth is the aforementioned secret.

let's forget this place exists.


it'll be easy. one of us already has.