I was walking down the street,
When something fell at my feet.
A slip of paper
A crumpled thing.
Crinkled and ruffled,
It flew away in the wind.
I’m running out of things to say.
I think this the extent of my rhyming skills.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
I was walking down the street,
When something fell at my feet.
A slip of paper
A crumpled thing.
Crinkled and ruffled,
It flew away in the wind.
I’m running out of things to say.
I think this the extent of my rhyming skills.
