i was thinking about you last night,
i wanted to feel you on my naked body..
where are you, my stupid night shirt?!
Jobromance
I love three cute bros.
Oh my god,I just saw a ghost.
They are Kevin,Nick and Joe
Wonder who can touch their toe?
Joe is athletic.
No one's pathedic.
I think they are funny
Im eating honey
Honey is yummy
Just like bros
They are funny
I love their toes.
This poem is too akward.
Read it backward.
Then its cool.
Im a fool.
Bro's rule.
They are cool
bii tii double juu
ur lipgloss is soo not glossy anymore.
I love you more than ice cream,
Because you're so much warmer.
I love you more than the theater,
Coz you're such a great performer.
I love you more than schoolwork,
Coz you won't make me fail.
I love you more than books,
Coz you tell a whole new tale.
I love you more than teddy bears,
Coz your hugs are filled with love.
I love you more than words can say,
At least, none i can think of.
I wrote this poem just for you,
Coz no one can compete.
You're the bestest ever, dear mum,
That anyone can meet.
Ilusat emadepäeva :3
Sick
SICK
'I cannot go to school today, '
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
'I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more-that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke-
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is...Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play! '
Shel Silverstein