Friday, 1 May 2009

Before I lay myself to rest...

The clock struck three,
It did give me,
An awful bloody fright;
My back doth twinge,
It makes my cringe,
I think I'll call it a night.

Yeah, that's right, I can rhyme too! I'm an all-round entertainer. :-)

Whaddya mean "sucked"?

Pfft, philistines...

*Creates a new tag called Bloody Awful Poetry*

Night all,


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