I held a jewel in my fingersAnd went to sleep The day was warm, and winds were prosyI said, \"Twill keep\" I woke - and chide my honest fingers, The Gem was goneAnd now, an Amethyst remembranceIs all I own
I am tweetyI'm so prettyI'm looking for my kittyhis name is sylvesternot chesterI'm smalllike a dollso make sure I dont fallwhen we go to the mallif u dont like me screw uyour just a pile of doo dooand that means YOU!
of course imperial I am a boss at no extra cost cuz i use MS DOS
That settles it.TWEETY is a friggin BOSS!!!!Chaos, have you ever given any thought as to limiting the number of poems you submit. Its fine to see that you can come up with so many but you really should take it down a notch because1) You will greatly overshadow other poets out there 2) You will overshadow yourself by making anything you write seem less special.From the previous \"Writers anyone\" to here its the same thing. You really don't have to rape the thread that badly.