"griss" poems
My book shook and look!
A crook which is sure to hook
onto some **** which doth
hang out randomly
like a dress out your car door.
I am shy with my
high and dry status
the why? I am not sure
But I vie and cry and
Lie and try to
Do more.
This will kiss the
Enterance pages of its
inspiration: Bliss.
Titled, this **** and griss miss
Priss diss this list and hiss
Like snakely Chris
Who is in Fresno
Hiss.
Hiss.
Kiss.
This is my bliss....
BLISS POEM I.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
My book shook and look!
A crook which is sure to hook
onto some **** which doth
hang out randomly
like a dress out your car door.
I am shy with my
high and dry status
the why? I am not sure
But I vie and cry and
Lie and try to
Do more.
This will kiss the
Enterance pages of its
inspiration: Bliss.
Titled, this **** and griss miss
Priss diss this list and hiss
Like snakely Chris
Who is in Fresno
Hiss.
Hiss.
Kiss.
This is my bliss....
BLISS POEM I.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC