[spoiler=Shoulder of Peas and Tribute]Twenty pea pods on me shoulder
I see the pea pods on my shoulder
You may destruct of them not
Pea pod pea pod
Pod, hot, not, rot, caught, raspberries
The peas are not yet complete
For they are only a vision in this world
They are reality in the mirror
Believe it or not
Pea pods are cooking in a pot[/spoiler]
[spoiler=End]Doom and punishment barrows upon the egotistical souls of Russia
Some shame, a look
What not more than a glance of confusion in the deadly night
For the missiles are of launch
Doom souring in the air, bringing us to our total destruction
Shame on you Russians
In Soviet Russia world ruin you[/spoiler]
[spoiler=The Land That Ended it All]Screw the flashes, the grah, the agony
For my computer monitor is broken
Flash flash flash zip zop zim
Time is running out, since my report is due by tomorrow
Business to do, images to see
Oh drat now I have to pee
I am back, but my monitor is not
Please oh holy one, bring me out of this horrible fate[/spoiler]
Not bad, I guess.
Sounds like they were written by a retarded drunk 3 year old with brain cancer.
I wont disagree with holk but they were not soooo bad.
My poems are good. :<
thats what einstien said when ppl critized his hairstyle =D
I agree with everyone else. These are rather tripesome.
:P