krystal's bad poetry
the nymph and the spliff.
once a pon a time in a land far far away, there was a little nymph who loved to run and play, but after a puff on a spliff at home he started to stay, no more the little nymph goes out to run and play,
inside his house of mushroom, smokes the little nymph, puffing away in the gloom, untill the end of the spliff.
i wrote this poem at work a couple of months ago i don't write poetry usually so i thought i'd give it a go waddya think?