Noone is perfect
I don't know why that's so hard to understand
I am quite anxious to know my verdict
For I want to be in a band
Music is what I like
I even sing in while on my bike
I know this is a bunch of rhyming put in one
Sometimes my cat feels like a ton
This day has come to an end
I glance out my window
I see the horse has finally been penned
I was playing a game and soon ran out of ammo
I am not happy with that
Because when I ran out, my character soon went splat!
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
Noone is perfect
I don't know why that's so hard to understand
I am quite anxious to know my verdict
For I want to be in a band
Music is what I like
I even sing in while on my bike
I know this is a bunch of rhyming put in one
Sometimes my cat feels like a ton
This day has come to an end
I glance out my window
I see the horse has finally been penned
I was playing a game and soon ran out of ammo
I am not happy with that
Because when I ran out, my character soon went splat!
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