Roses are red,
Communism is also red,
Crimson like the tide,
Prickly like a pear,
Salty like lakes in Utah,
Fair like a figure skating judge during the 1998 Winter Olympics
Communism is like a warm Winter's breeze,
Like an honest politician,
Like a benign amputation,
Like a decently priced cup of coffee,
Good in theory, but seldom attained
Goodnight moon,
Hello baboon,
Farewell ballon,
I am the bafoon,
Is it too soon,
to lampoon,
to swoon,
to cocoon?
Let us fly,
high in the sky,
with some guy,
and just say bye,
to the tired old eye,
of my.
O'SIGH
Mormons are people,
Sew r da Jews,
Wat Hath we rot?
Too Soon?
Whitman
Shelley
Keats
Poe
Dickinson
Angelou
Eminem
Those giants of yesteryear
Praise be to the deity,
Of the ethereal plane,
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
Roses are red,
Communism is also red,
Crimson like the tide,
Prickly like a pear,
Salty like lakes in Utah,
Fair like a figure skating judge during the 1998 Winter Olympics
Communism is like a warm Winter's breeze,
Like an honest politician,
Like a benign amputation,
Like a decently priced cup of coffee,
Good in theory, but seldom attained
Goodnight moon,
Hello baboon,
Farewell ballon,
I am the bafoon,
Is it too soon,
to lampoon,
to swoon,
to cocoon?
Let us fly,
high in the sky,
with some guy,
and just say bye,
to the tired old eye,
of my.
O'SIGH
Mormons are people,
Sew r da Jews,
Wat Hath we rot?
Too Soon?
Whitman
Shelley
Keats
Poe
Dickinson
Angelou
Eminem
Those giants of yesteryear
Praise be to the deity,
Of the ethereal plane,
A poem by the guy I sit next to in AP Language and Composition.
