My Poem
This is Oaty here I've just got up and I thought of you, sweet ah. Well any poo, I've a poem in my head and thought that you might like it
So:
Visser Three
Don't like me
Because I make him mad
And he's mad he's very sad
Because he gets into trouble
And when he's in trouble
He can pop like a bubble
And chop off your head
That happen to one of y friends, clean off it went too. Now she's gone for two weeks to put it back on. Isn't that horrible. Well good bye
This is Oatmeal signing out.
(Visser 3 is not made up by me)