Post by .Jossachu. on Oct 2, 2007 21:25:32 GMT -5
Strychnine and a little spice,
will make the tea taste oh-so nice.
Even strychnine's brother, brucine
could help our little cause
We tainted the apples, too, my love
We watched her spread her jaws.
The bitch, she chewed so lovingly and gave us a small smile,
We smiled back, us two, so sweet, the bitch was in denial.
And suddenly she shook and flailed
Eyes rolling in her head
He gave us a mad look, we grinned
and now the bitch is dead.
(A poem I wrote about killing a certain someone...*ahem*
I was bored of all the poems that just have simple coupled rhymes, so I mixed mine up. I think it has a nice rhythm if you say it right. :3 )
will make the tea taste oh-so nice.
Even strychnine's brother, brucine
could help our little cause
We tainted the apples, too, my love
We watched her spread her jaws.
The bitch, she chewed so lovingly and gave us a small smile,
We smiled back, us two, so sweet, the bitch was in denial.
And suddenly she shook and flailed
Eyes rolling in her head
He gave us a mad look, we grinned
and now the bitch is dead.
(A poem I wrote about killing a certain someone...*ahem*
I was bored of all the poems that just have simple coupled rhymes, so I mixed mine up. I think it has a nice rhythm if you say it right. :3 )
I love that little duck
If you were killed today, I'm sorry I wouldn't be able to come to