The battle
Horns
Whistles
Fights for corns
In tussles
I am on another LEVEL
Flip me I don’t change my stance
I am still on another LEVEL
I am like your MOM or your MADAM
I dont change when you flip me
I am “CIVIC" I don’t change when you flip me
Call me MR Palindrome
You are REPAID but when I flip you
You are a DIAPER
You are SMART but when I flip you
You are like old TRAMS
You are WARTS!
Flip and flip
Straw! Weak STRAW
You want poetic WAR
But when I flip you
You are just RAW
You are on TOP
But when I flip you,
You are just a *** being kept in the kitchen.
The poetic "god" is ready to battle
Flip that word!
Congratulations you just won a bone!
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:55 AM UTC
The battle
Horns
Whistles
Fights for corns
In tussles
I am on another LEVEL
Flip me I don’t change my stance
I am still on another LEVEL
I am like your MOM or your MADAM
I dont change when you flip me
I am “CIVIC" I don’t change when you flip me
Call me MR Palindrome
You are REPAID but when I flip you
You are a DIAPER
You are SMART but when I flip you
You are like old TRAMS
You are WARTS!
Flip and flip
Straw! Weak STRAW
You want poetic WAR
But when I flip you
You are just RAW
You are on TOP
But when I flip you,
You are just a *** being kept in the kitchen.
The poetic "god" is ready to battle
Flip that word!
Congratulations you just won a bone!
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