roses r red,
violets r blu,
Mr. K iz awesome
i luv him
- a poem by me
Mr. K was in love with one thing and one thing only: his eye collage. It could be described as a fetish or simply admiration. Whatever it was, nothing could be more "Mr. K". He made sure to name each eye and say hello to them before every group meeting. His favorite was Martha, but he didn't tell the others that. Then they'd be angry at him. When he wasn't with his precious collage, he was tending to his garden which he had meticulously made into a eye formation. He loved it almost as much as he loved Martha. Its name was Betsy. Would he reveal his true loves to the group?
omg gaiz did u liek luv it review plz i luv u all!
Nxt Week: fnd out if mr. k tels da grp
