Rachall
Wanted: Alive (So she can suffer more of my bad poetry!
*Laughs evilly*
Reward: A blindfold so you can't see my poetry
Crimes:
Insulting a guy who makes poetry,
Though it is bad, I agree,
It brings me much glee,
I suggest you flee,
Before an arrow hits your knee.
Selling the phat it was a mistake,
For it, my heart it does ache,
But at your offer of cake,
My stomach does awake,
I just hope it is not fake.
If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than you are now.
13-Mar-2014 23:02:36
- Last edited on
13-Mar-2014 23:04:37
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Shifu