DEATHie TAKES A HOLIDAY
By repomen79
Our poetry site was looking grim, No one knew The score. It seemed death was evading them, And no one knew what for. The other poetry sites are dead. Death visits them not us. What have we got to fear and dread? Without our sweet deathgoddess? OOOH boy! was it ever a scary thing, Many poets nerves broke. Without the sincerity our deathie brings, Why, life becomes a joke. We searched on high, and way down low, But deathie just couldn't be found. Theres a cheezy flavor to the poetry flow. Since deathies not around. Again there crept, that CHEEZY blight. For Deathie wasn't Looking. To molder on our poetry site, It smelled like we was cooking. Something in a box from kraft, Then a miracle at last! Deathie came back, looked around, and laughed, Then kicked some CHEEZY ASS!!!!!Yeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!! deathies back Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 09:18 AM PST, Patric Patterson 0 • 1
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"Our poetry site was looking grim,..."