![]() Saturday, June 26, 2004
the boys of the shire
you are a liar pants are on fire with the heat of desire little boys of the shire they are all i require with some tools and a plyer i shall fix my flat tyre these boys of the shire they did to me, they conspire caught out here with my tyre mouth is getting dryer where is this shire? i have no more desire irish folk tales- if i e'er was a dog if i e'er was a dog i would be called dick if i e'er was a dog i would show u a trick if i e'er was a dog i would like to climb hills if i e'er was a dog i would like to go to bills if i e'er was a dog i would sing to the cat if i e'er was a dog i would hope it never shat if i e'er was a dog rachel would kill me (dont ask why?) if i e'er was a dog i would eat biscuits and drink tea SIT! sit boy sit! why cant you do it? ahhh whyd you have to shit cant you be just a bit more like the cat, kit? she poops in her pit oh i know you dont fit! slim down, get more fit once ure slim, bet ull be a hit among the kits. they wont call you a git when you aint wanna sit! The Peom that makes little cents. its a very mad place when all you do is study learn how to tie your lace get your shoes all muddy get your shoes all muddy have a little fun go splashing in the puddy go dancing in the sun. just dont over do it cuz ull be back to work where you'l have to sit learn about some turk who dont mean shit to you hes from some far off place in the past, means less than moo! but remember you shoe lace cuz when u trip and fall its because its come undone but get up stand up tall and go dancing in the sun!
James Barr at 2:11 AM
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