04-27-2017, 02:53 PM
Calling all piglets to the pen
On this fair stage our poets tread
an ocean of thoughts behind each thread.
Forums rich with challenge and praise
balanced crit is readily waged.
So as you fill your profile in
a poets journey you begin
A slot you'll find to pop your muse
there's even space for you to be rude.
So drop them bombs, light up the page
turn it dark, paint the colour of rage.
Melt each image and break our hearts
Then write a limerick about smelly farts.
On this fair stage our poets tread
an ocean of thoughts behind each thread.
Forums rich with challenge and praise
balanced crit is readily waged.
So as you fill your profile in
a poets journey you begin
A slot you'll find to pop your muse
there's even space for you to be rude.
So drop them bombs, light up the page
turn it dark, paint the colour of rage.
Melt each image and break our hearts
Then write a limerick about smelly farts.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
