"blike" poems
I strongly dislike you.
I strongly dislike shoe.
I strongly dislike boo.
There's nothing that I strongly like.
Except for blike.
And ****
And shrike.
But that's all nonsense.
Words made up.
Why do the good things never rhyme?
We all run out of time.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC