We promised awful rhymes in the description, didn't we?
Well, we shan't fail to disappoint!
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:: REN ::
— a passionate poem about culinary inclinations —
I'm certainly a food junkie
Soups hot, stews chunky
I eat bananas like a monkey;
By the bunch and peeled all funky
Some people say I'm obsessed
I prefer the term, "a hot mess"
I'll eat from boredom, I'll confess
Yet that won't convince me any less
:: DUSKIE ::
— a bunch of words that happen to rhyme —
I'm making up this poem
Out of nowhere.
Thinking "ho hum"
From thin air.
Isn't Christmas great?
Now I'm just talking to my crazy self
Gotta say I agree, mate.
And trying to find a helpful elf.
That was a terrible rhyme.
Now here's a dime.
What? Why?
Don't ask. Bye.
:: BRIAR ::
— pros and cons of winter 2017 including a weather forecast —
It's wintertime,
Children are playing all the time,
Snow is falling all the time,
But not in Maryland.
It's wintertime,
Leaves are crunching all the time,
You can smell fires all the time,
Because California is on fire.
It's wintertime,
Ads for overpriced toys are on all the time,
It's hard to end every verse with "all the time",
I hope you all don't die this Christmas.
:: WILLOW ::
— what even —
I like the holidays, they're super lit
Scarfs, beanies, boots, and mits
Too bad,
I have zits
I now like proactive,
Even though I'm not active,
Whatever,
I'm still relatively attractive
I like ugly Christmas sweaters,
They get soggy, I'm a bed wetter
Thank god,
I might be getting better
Wait, holidays?
Oh yeah, the best part is at the end you get to weigh,
Let's just say,
widen the doorway.
Yeah, completely off topic,
but let's just say, sadness microscopic,
And after food,
I might be isotopic
But then there's family,
And Black Friday, I now stare happily
before me,
Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, whatever the heck you celebrate,
It all lies here, in this reality.
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That was beaut, eh?
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Until tomorrow, good folk!
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