Friday, April 1, 2016

Go Skydiving

Please go skydiving
And forget the parachute
That's what we all need

Insult Poem

I think you smell like a sock,
Maybe you need to learn,
I think you'll rot,
Right after you burn.

You think to follow fate,

Sneaking away like a cat,
Looks like you're too late,
Now run from my baseball bat.