I'm sorry but you're a natural born loser everybody knows this it's even in the bible
Checkmate
I'm sorry but you're a natural born loser everybody knows this it's even in the bible
Checkmate
Roses are red
Puddings are sauced
You can't quite admit it
But clearly you lost.
Roses are red
Puddings are sauced
You can't quite admit it
But clearly you lost.
The kitchen
It's the other way
The kitchen
It's the other way
I was hoping for a poem back in response. I guess it follows Samuel Taylor Coleridge's witticism:
Sir I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it
Every fool is not a poet.
I'm sure if he'd been around in modern times he would've added something in about how you lost.
I was hoping for a poem back in response. I guess it follows Samuel Taylor Coleridge's witticism:
Sir I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it
Every fool is not a poet.
I'm sure if he'd been around in modern times he would've added something in about how you lost.
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