Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Irish Curse Poem
Irish Curse Poem
May you rot to death in a speedo
with no one to live with,
but you sons and daughters be cursed,
and you would be
shoved down the disposal
and off to hell,
and your sons and daughters along with you,
and may
you be scratching a beggermans back,
and you would get so fat that you wouldn't fit in plus size clothes
(and you all know how that ends...).
This is written to whom I am very frustrated with, but I am not to say whom.
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Yeah girl! Good job expressing your feelings in poetry! Awesome, and hilarious!
ReplyDeleteJulia is right, this is a great way to show how you feel. also, I loved you poem especially the part about the disposal.
ReplyDeleteI agree
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