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18 August 2004 @ 12:05 pm
Bad Poetry Day Sonnet  
I saw you standing, looking pretty,
My knees turned into butter.
So, I wrote this little ditty,
My heart was all a flutter.
I could tell just by looking
You'd be quite a catch.
I would eat your home-made cooking,
We'd make quite a match.
So I came to you and said,
"Hello, little dove.
Would you like to give me head?"
That's how we fell in love.
Then came one day we made our vow
And you won't go down on me now
Prisspr1ss on August 17th, 2004 08:22 pm (UTC)
That SUCKS (or doesn't)
Steph: ACOalexcockstatue by lovelyfaery_megalomania_ on August 18th, 2004 01:59 am (UTC)
Ooh I had no idea it was bad poetry day...

Five minutes of passion,
but then the condom tore.
Now I’ve got this bleedin’ bump,
That no-one can ignore.
I’m throwing up each morning,
I’ve cravings every night.
My bladder is on speed dial,
And my dresses all feel tight.
The bastard said he’d marry me,
But I won’t hold my breath.
I'll use the umbilical cord,
to strangle him to death.