A poem 8 lines of length
This is a poem
and it doesn't rhyme.
Except for now.
You may ask: "How?"
I have no idea,
this poem is lost like me in Ikea.
But I do know this
I like tits
and it doesn't rhyme.
Except for now.
You may ask: "How?"
I have no idea,
this poem is lost like me in Ikea.
But I do know this
I like tits