My poems are great, don't deny it. My stunning good looks and stylish mullet do not even compare to my unlimtimed potential in literacy. I wish all other writers the best, but it will not be enough to even conquer the worst of my masterpiecs. |
I got the letter that you wrote and it was...
While I read it I retraced your footprints...
Now this is a story about a monkey named Powder,
A happy little monkey his friends used to crowd...
I once knew this man, who was cursed from birth,
Destined to stagger through his life just to earn...
I walk through the door and it was you I saw,
Now every door I walk through its you I’m...