Ok /b,
I want words from some anons and when I have 5 words ill use them to write a poem for you guys
Ok /b,
I want words from some anons and when I have 5 words ill use them to write a poem for you guys
Love.
Artichoke.
Prosciutto
3 more to go.
2 still needed.
King.
Just 1 now
I'll give you a bump, I'm curious
Nigger
Dubs says ya gotta use it
I just kissed an artichoke,
Which made me now envoke,
A circle made, pure of love,
There came a mist, I heard puff,
Suddenly there was a prosciutto,
It made me think for some reason of Di Rupo
Because in Europe he is like a king,
Smelling like this meat, with some thing...
He insulted the leftists, gave an agrgressive trigger
When he saw Mugabe , lost his control, and suddenly yelled: "Hey nigger,!"
-/8 pathetic
But I got difficult words you fag
this is trash, try it again
Inconsequential
Ok, how about this:
She wrote him a letter
With all her love
Getting to his feelings
That made her feel better
On her table, was what he gave to her,
An apple and an artichoke,
He grew them himself,
She thanked him, wrote a stroke...
But she couldn't write,
There was a king
Her hand was still,
Suddenly she felt a heavy thrill
In the end she tasted what she ate that day,
Another prosciutto
The king took her to the realm of death
And left the letter, never read.
You forgot the nigger, nigger.
Forgot one word:
She wrote him a letter
With all her love
Getting to his feelings
That made her feel better
On her table, was what he gave to her,
An apple and an artichoke,
He grew them himself,
She thanked him, wrote a stroke...
But she couldn't write,
There was a king
Her hand was still,
Suddenly she felt a heavy thrill
In the end she tasted what she ate that day,
Another prosciutto
The king took her to the realm of death
And left the letter, never read.
She thought about guilt,
When she was pulled away
"Hey nigger"
She said one day
To the man which cared for her
Now she had her last tear
She longed to her friend
He was her dear.
You can do it better, still i feel nothing.
Nigger king love, spread like prosciutto,
Artichoke knees weak arms are heavy,
Vomit on his sweater already
/thread