"eesha" poems
Alexa,
When she walks in a room,
I hear BOOM BOOM BOOM,
Shaking the floor,
No she she's not a florist or even some skanky *****
She's just a kid,
Who's been forbid,
From talking to morbids,
Like Eesha or Thalia or Nicky.
I can guarantee you right now,
You'll never see her walk around with a hickey.
While I should get going,
I have a lawn that needs mowing,
So bye to all of you,
Next time you hear the name Alexa, I'm sure you wont say "who?"
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Two girls,
With curls,
In ALL their hair,
I bet only them know where.
One has a fetish,
The other one is pettish.
They are perfect,
Only for each other,
All though they might **** each others mothers,
And or Eesha's brothers,
They are quite the lovers.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
Eesha is mean.
Eesha is not clean.
Eesha treat me like a kid,
I wish I could get rid,
Of her,
Throw her body in a lake,
Oh how happy that would make,
Me.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC