| I thought I'd copy the trotting nonce and write some poetry of my own. But unlike his, mine will be good. I'm sure it'll be good... *cough*WANKER*cough* What's that? Nothing. |
| I'm the baddest vamp around Watch out for me, here I am At least I was the worst in town And then suddenly, BAM! At least mine started off alright Oh shut up. I was mean to Buffy and her pals And of course the sodding poof But then gay Riley put a chip in my head And I was now rabbit proof WHAT? That was just lame Oh you're one to talk Mr "City of Angels which fits coz my name is Angel" I'll shut up now Then I felt I was too cool And I started to do Buffy She was alright I guess Even though she was dead and so was I YOU DID BUFFY?! Suffer. She was doing me to feel alive And I was doing her to feel something too But she was doing me coz I was hot And I'd do me too if my crypt was more private You're such a conceited wank! Fuck you, Angel...a. Now I've come to annoy Angel And it usually works But then he gives me a fuck And I feel really good Thanks, I guess... Welcome. I am the baddest vamp around still Just no one knows it yet Someday soon I'll kill you all And then I'll eat my soup And you said my poetry was bad... It is bad, peaches. Not as bad as this... eating soup? Do I have to find examples of your work? Shutting up, right now... |