Ode to Amanda's Zero Hour.
TheEditor42: But woe is you, it was not be,
and you are wrought with twisted agony,
E'vry morn, til the Ides of May,
At which point, all you will say,
Is, 'Thank God I don't do this every day.'
A poem I wrote making fun of about Amanda's Early bird class
and you are wrought with twisted agony,
E'vry morn, til the Ides of May,
At which point, all you will say,
Is, 'Thank God I don't do this every day.'
A poem I wrote making fun of about Amanda's Early bird class