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Bees, bees, bees, They live in nests, And trees. They sting, And make honey, As they fling; They make money, Pollen spreads everywhere, To make nature; Anything sweet, Is that mature.
The more chatterer. A cold, centipede walk, Went down my spine, A chattering, teethy talk, Was not divine. My arms and mittens... Around my neck to chin Cold, rotten feels I could not walk because of my cold shin. The sun raised up to m…
I hate food! I hate broccoli, I am not in the mood! Show my gratitude? Never! I'd rather breathe in steam! Ooh! Is that... Ice cream?
It'll never be the same When my feelings suffer in vain. Heavy rain falls on my head Thinking that my heart is dead The Storm frying my heart And feels like being shot by a dart. The Storm of Pain ruining my feelings Very slyly. Just like…
Doodle the noodle! It's not a doodle, Not even a poodle! A noodle, is something you eat. A doodle, is where lines meet. How do you doodle a noodle? Make the noodles meet... Just like a doodle. But make sure you shouldn't eat! Make sure y…
A Poem, doesn't have to rhyme. A Poem, doesn't even cost a dime... A Poem, is what should make you bright. A Poem, is what makes your light. A Poem, will make your schemes go away. A Poem, is what makes your day. A Poem, sometimes makes …