11 January 2013
It's not fair to say That my jokes are a bore Because I've got poetic license And what's more, I can use it...
Her eyes were bright as candles, His nose was bent like a twig, She was as soulless as ginger, He could use his hands like a shovel to dig.
They loved calendars like the Mayan, Their robes were like the sun, They disappeared faster than my sisters candy, They loved their god more the their son.
***hope y'all liked it, I had nothing better to do. If y'all have any idea for an interesting poem please comment, I'm out of inspiration.
I'll Take A Poetic License • Opuss № I