She never looked, she never turned,
She never wished, she never learned,
But with a pen, she once had yearned,
And wrote a poem of all she burned.
But she couldn’t make a single rhyme,
Like rain with cane, and lime with dime,
All she care about is to **** the time,
That once left her confused and blind.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
She never looked, she never turned,
She never wished, she never learned,
But with a pen, she once had yearned,
And wrote a poem of all she burned.
But she couldn’t make a single rhyme,
Like rain with cane, and lime with dime,
All she care about is to **** the time,
That once left her confused and blind.