The birthday poem of fabulousnessWho's the bro of bros?The birthday poem of fabulousness18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Says bros before hoes?
Makes us laugh 'til we die
Who's the number one?
(my anaconda don't)
That son of a gun
(my anaconda don't)
Always a barrel of fun
(my anaconda don't want none)
Can't be outdone
(unless you got buns hun)
Octodad is a Dadliest Catch
Pewds and Marzia are a perfect match
When Octodad goes on a date
It's a total disaster, mate
Unstoppable just like Delsin Rowe
That's our Poods, the number one bro
Don't deny he's an ace
Unless you'd like a brofist in the face
P to the E to the W to the D to the S
It's Pewds, the master of ducks
Red bird secret, everyone knows that place, right?
That's what I thought, so don't pick a fight
Happy birthday to you now, Pewds
and thanks for always making me smile
Was my day bad or good,
you're always worth my while
You're always there for us
and we'll be there for you
That, if something, is true
Easily scared and yet so amusing,
we love you, Pewds, don't change a thing
A Guide to Falling Downstairs1.A Guide to Falling Downstairs14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wear fuzzy socks.
Traction is out of style,
but comfort is in,
so slip with cozy feet.
Try to choose a step
about halfway down
to ensure your fall is legitimate.
for maximum impact
and to avoid killing yourself.
This allows for choice
swear utterance at maximum volume,
as your body will not
be in the way,
If the wind is knocked out of you,
garbled choking noises
will suffice in a pinch.
Hit each stair on the way down.
It makes a pleasant percussive rhythm
that will be the only enjoyable part
of your journey.
This also ensures that
you will have a body-length bruise
to complain about.
Once at the bottom,
remain motionless for a while.
This give you time to reflect
on your relationship with gravity
and ask yourself
"What the hell just happened?
Did I break anything?"
Look for sympathy from bystanders,
realize closest bystanders are dogs
and they are more interested in dinner
that your mother is serving.
Accept help up.
Contemplate possibly broken
A crappy poem for not crappy people =DForgive the tearsA crappy poem for not crappy people =D17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
That streak my face
For it will take years
To mend the place
You all have in my heart
For it's impossible to part.
From the lunch table at the start
To the hallway in the end
But c'mon now lets not start a trend
This ISNT the end.
The clan will live on forever
In our hearts
we will always be friends
The tree of the Traz
The man named Henry
The obsession for cats
Being overly friendly
The Bike Guy's bikes
The Shoe Man's van
The Bike Guys coming
Kids, bike as fast as you can!
That one thief at Starbucks
Or that dude in the alley
He tried to get in my car
Crap, the car is tipping, his fat will be my fatality!
We built a website
It quickly turned sour
But if you think about it, it brought us together
And together we stay in our final hour
So many jokes and experiences
I have made with all of you
Those times were the best, so lets make some more
I PROMISE I will see you all soon
Those drawings at lunch?
That shiz was hilarious!
The immature concepts and derp f
Dog WhispererI wantDog Whisperer14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
to whisper sweet nothings
to my dog.
Dovakin Folk SongПеснь, скайримская народная (разгульная)Dovakin Folk Song5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Исполняется на манер "Рагнар Рыжий"
Жыыыыл да был Довакин, удалой весельчак
Как-то раз укусил его в палец хомяяяк--
WaitersThank youWaiters14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
whoever invented the monopod.
I no longer have
to do stuff
on my job description.