Jun 16, 2009 13:54
I'm the hamburger, not the fries.
I don't come on the side. The side comes with me;
no substitutions please.
I'm juicy. I'm tastee (yes with two e's).
I'm satisfying and golly,
I even come with cheese.
poetry,
"bad poetry",
analogies
Leave a comment
Comments 20
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
you said "jack."
hawt.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment