When the baker bakes the baked bakery bakes, Do they also bake the recipe required? What's the recipe for a poem? Does the poet pen the poetical poem poetically to pen their pretty poems? What temperature do you bake ink- To make it a bestseller? How much baking powder do you bake into a page To perfect its pagey turny pageiness? What kinda poem crust does a poem become encrusted in? Should it crumble? Should it rhyme? Should it cry a melodrama so dramatic that drama llamas like “that too much drama!”? Wait, Where did drama llama come into this? Who else is in the kitchen cooking this poem pie? Is the poem pie perfectly pied in its drama crust? WAIT- we forgot about the filling… What do you put in a poetical poem pie? Should I peach the pied poem? The peaches plumpy peachy smile? (i’m not sure how the drama llama feels about that) Should I fill the peachy pied poem with orange and lemon citrus ? A little bit of snazz to the snazzy apple pie. Crap, I forgot the apples as well. Well now my peachy pied lemony apple-orange poem is too long! And i still don’t know what temperature to torch these thoughts at! Well the pied piper pipes in that maybe my peachy pied poem needs some pepper To pipe the spice to pied poem levels! But lemony apple-orange peachy pied poems with pepper seems a touch peppery for simple pied poems to be. But who ever said a poem pied can’t have spice and everything nice WITH lemon and apple and orange and peachy fuzzy smiles? So, My peachy peppered pied lemony appley orangy poemy is piping hot to boot. Now i just need to figure out whos gonna eat the **** thing.
Oh beloved Ruler jpc-RDD, Since I fell into thy honey *** I am some honey bee stuck on thee.! I can't stop writing poetry!
Gosh I think I am becoming thee! Sweet Honey PA pie bee. Yee art stuck on me! Angel Cherry Rick piepppp. I wrote another ice on fire cherry pie getting yee higher Dipped in ice frost with cream on fire.
Served piping hot inked In buttery poem dipped In sweet pie honey bee for me and for thee! ~~~~ By:Karijinbba. 2021
You are a savage Causing me so much damage I remember when you treated me like a soft peach Now I'm all bruised and battered Like a peach in an all-night corner store Now I'm crying on the floor While you bang on the door You say you love me, sure I believe you, dad No, I'm not mad I don't hate you, I add Stuck in this prison Disguised as a castle ~23/3/21
Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong When she's just so nice to look at? And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture And she... Means everything to me Oh, oh I'd never tell No, I'd never say a word And oh, it aches But it feels oddly good to hurt And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture And she... Means everything to me Oh-oh (ooh, ooh), ooh-oh Oh-oh (ooh, ooh), ooh-oh And I'll be okay Admiring from afar 'Cause even when she's next to me We could not be more far apart And she tastes like birthday cake and story time and fall But to her I taste of nothing at all And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture And she... Means everything to me Yes, she means everything to me She means everything to me