I
WARN YOU! This poem is ONLY for those who are drunk, extremely tired,
hyperactive or just easily entertained!! I will not tolerate flames
because people who flame are dumb and stinky!
Catofcompletechaos
There
once was a boy called Brother.
Who had the same mother as
me.
But he had a big problem,
When compared to the size of
a Flea.
So
one day I said:
By tomorrow, You'll be dead,
And now his days
are filled with Glee.
And
if you think that, that line,
Was the end for this story of
mine,
Please, PLEASE cover your head,
Your about to be hit by a
flying bed.
For
right now that Brother,
Is digging up my mother,
he'll open
up the coffin,
and give sloth a bopping!
Stabbity
stab his emo arm goes,
Before he stops to pick her nose,
Brother
turned out the best,
As he stabbed Sloth in the breast.
Sssssthhhh
goes my mothers hair,
As she evaporates into the air,
She says
some things with her kind heart,
Then disappears like a smelly
fart.
And
once again this is not the end,
Brothers angry vibes are
burning,
For he is still compared to that ant,
But I will keep
her learning,
"My
dear Brother, Your not short,
But please hear this and don't
retort,
Even if that ant is oh so small,
It could be
squished with a plastic ball,"
"And
next time, you are called small,
Together we will get that
ball,
Smash it into their head we will,
Then we'll cook them on
the
grill!"
There! REVIEW IT OR TURN OUT LIKE SLOTH:D:D