So you know,
Yes, this is a whacked up poem.
Monkies wear bows,
And cupcakes get eaten,
While cupcakes are lost in your belly,
Monkies get beaten.
Both have a horrible life of terror or fright,
But lets face it,
Both are good to have a bite.
Most people are creeped out that I want to eat a monky,
But it's true.
And Cupcakes are funky!
They wear neon frosting,
And go to clubs at night!
And for this line I couldnt save myself for a word that rhymes with frosting!
Monkies and cupcakes both go to clubs,
With those lashing lights and music,
They also go to pubs!
When the cupcake snuggles up in its oven,
Or the Monky curls up in its bed,
I plan and wait to eat them ;D
 T e m p r a - P a ! n t s · Sun Apr 22, 2007 @ 03:01am · 1 Comments |
