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'.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
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1 comment:
Awww, too much sweetness. :(
:)
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