A broken heart isn't to be dreaded.
Not when the tender lobe of your ******* sway divine in the silky wind.
A fresh caress of your velvet brow, undercropping my twisted heart.
Let not the heart grow weary, for it isn't a bug that is crushed 'neath booted foot.

Because I cannot stray from you,
Ever bound to your tide,
And never to have you again kills me,
Don't act like you don't know me,
Silent destruction is in and of me.

If when the thistle wet drip on my log
If when I throw the stone down to flip on my pog
If do the wet log, sog, gets to the gog
Then the bog twist suckle nutted left on the bar

If a man is prized by the dead wind buttel
If it is a sprig of wheat tugging on the chug narg
Then flark my tizzle, wet the bed
Put the thick log on my head
I am not a sped
I just dread the nut
Put it on my fat leg
Put it on my fat one
Oh yes
Oh yes
Now drip the salt, salt my boney

Shrek is wreck
Wreck is deck
Deck is beck

Black rack
In the back
Of the knick-knack

Zipppity bow
How is how?
In the luau

I only eat lard
Poems are hard
cancer

my a key is broken so i wont use it.
i love llh
in de smll
in the hall
is a ded jews
****** ws cool

i once had a cat
who was very much fat

he was borderline obese
and only ate straight grease

without warning
in the morning

he died
from diabetus

Frank Sinatra
En mi casa
Copy pastarino

Wearin Prada
Russian opera
Quentin Tarantino

Walking down the street
Wanting something to eat
See a homeless man
Sitting in the heat

I get sad for a second
Then the old man beckoned
Do you have any money
I smiled, not feeling threatened

I reach out my hand
Hit him with a bottle
Took his 3.50
And hit up McDonalds

Spooky
Wooky

Skelington

Booky
Wooky

Selling tin

Zooky
Mooky

Telling Jim

Rooky
Pooky

That ****** was right