Today I awoke to find a tingling in my throat.
It's not that i don't care, it's an unpleasant affair.
To remedy I gurgled salt water like a moter boat,
The bubbling lessened the sore, so i continued and bore
And decided to write a poem
About throat flem, and my attempts to hem. . .
The soreness of my throat. . . nothing rhymes with poem
Man forget poems, I just wanna dance!!
6 comments:
i like your picture of soreness!
Thank you. all my pics are from my web cam cuz i don't have a camera ha. Federico thought i was a weirdo when i took this pic. it's hard witha computer ha
oh i know what you mean. most of mine are from my photobooth.
I think your poetic qualities are some of your best talents. I can't wait to hear you read a poem at Jesse's presidential inauguration in 2039.
i can think of probably a couple hundred words that rhyme with poem. maybe i'll share them with you sometime. haha i'm not complaining though- the poem was great.
ha you better show me soon cuz all i could find was jaraboam and that was on the internet ha i didn't know anyone read my blog besides my mom and my sister ha right on
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