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drink my elbow
smell my cheese careful tiger pudding and peas sing to me mother a song about beaks my tears are chocolate lick them off my cheeks fly with me Brian for you are a PRETTY COOL GUY but when whales suck peppercorns i damn well hope you die |
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this poem would be better if you could work the phrase "muff-punt" into it
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very deep imo
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drugs are bad...
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I [censored] HATE IT when whales suck peppercorns fwiw
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why are you asking us if you are just gonna write it anyway godammit. I was expecting some sort of pole where we can all tell you no.
but I can say this. You rhyme good Mr Peas and cheese. |
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Why do you hope I die?
Obv I wont fly with you since you hope I die |
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No he hopes Brian dies. Brian is a [censored] grimming angel dick afaik.
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I am a teapot
drink my piss citrus heaven cellar door carrot cake briss aquamarine beanbag saggy pair of socks stop watching TV kiss mermaids on the rocks drown another scallywag pockets full of sand tangerine and oh! lime green my mailman is so bland |
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A+
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