October 13, 200421 yr This is a poem and a rant rolled into one I wrote a few days ago. I had another poem, but because the language is rather heavy (even with the creative license it's still too much lol), I decided not to post that one and post this one instead. Enjoy! The Horrible Hottie With each breath I take More toxins rush into my body I cough and gag horrendously For goodness sake Put out that horrible hottie! The smell that fills the air And brands my clothes quite happily Make me cought and sneeze again Isn't there fresh air to spare Away from that horrible hottie? The doctor tells me I am ill And asks if I've been around the hottie I cough and struggle to speak No, I hate the hottie and her evil bill That I now pay for trying to breathe Guess who, or what, is that horrible hottie... :shock: Adventurer's Log || YouTube || Facebook || Tip.it Times Work || Wanna Join the Editorial Panel?Maxed Out 01 October 2012 PDT
October 16, 200421 yr I wondered why I was strangely aroused.... :P Nice winding of the words. You placed them just right. Very entertaining ;) If it isn't in your veins, you'll never know.
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