I randomly put,
letters to paper,
they do not rhyme,
poetry?
What is this thing?
Life the stink of forbidden snatch?
did robins fly so low?
Limping sodden lumpy grass,
How flummoxed the rose was to find,
A little bird to flip and dive,
pudding.
Eh, look, I'm a poet or something.
letters to paper,
they do not rhyme,
poetry?
What is this thing?
Life the stink of forbidden snatch?
did robins fly so low?
Limping sodden lumpy grass,
How flummoxed the rose was to find,
A little bird to flip and dive,
pudding.
Eh, look, I'm a poet or something.