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.
Didn't read your shit...
Didn't read your shit...
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