O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee -
How canst I but marvel at thee? -
What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, -
This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray -
Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, -
With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. -
O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be -
Declareth I, how I worship thee! -
i think you're a big moron..i never knew you had so much shit hidden somewhere in your ID!..:O :O :O!..reading all of it..:P and making my own..8-)...this is so cool..:D
It never ends. It never can.
ReplyDeleteWhen was life fair anyway?
I don't feel like I'm getting punished all the time. And I do often get my way =P
ReplyDeleteIts just these days...*sigh*
See, you're being unfair to life. Whining at its slightest refusal to conform :P
ReplyDeleteslightest? hahaha..its a wee bit more than that =P
ReplyDeletebut... that's given me food for thought nevertheless.
Ahan :P
ReplyDeletei think you're a big moron..i never knew you had so much shit hidden somewhere in your ID!..:O :O :O!..reading all of it..:P and making my own..8-)...this is so cool..:D
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