Thursday, January 29, 2009
Poetry Thursday
Oh Douche with the douche-face,
Your sneer I’d like to mace,
Hip Hop shirts don’t change your race,
And that earring belongs to Grace.
Oh Holy Cleavite on the right,
on Perky Kim you are a delight,
You’re pale and tasty in the moonlight,
And I’d lick your shoulder for a fortnight.
