I am exhausted

By sleepiness accosted

I should go to sleep

My brain cells to keep

 

Sleep well Meesh,

With happy dreams of Ender's Jeesh. (the most horrible line ever :D)

Farewell to ye, for this glorious night,

And I wish you success in your sleeping plight.

 

She went to bed?

What, with that head?

It must be bare,

for she has no hair!

 

:D

And so I must say,

It is Thursday today,

Now why I say that,

Is not at all a fact.

You make me all laugh

My sides, split in half

I roll on the floor

And slam into the door.

Well it most certainly is too bad

That laughter causes such pain.

But I am not at all sad

That I don't need a walking cane.

There once was a man from Nantucket...

 

No, just kidding, that one's kicking the bucket

Right now,

So that I

Can have a cow

Not die.

She hit the door?

Oh how poor.

She must hurt so,

Someone call her bro.

My bro wouldn't care

If he was combing his hair

Or playing his guitar

Rawr.

 

:P

That is funny,

But buy him a bunny.

Then he will care,

And stop being a bear.

 

:D

I think not,

His heart is all rot

Most of the time,

Though he has his good moments sometimes.

I wonder what rhymes with orange?

Could it be porridge?

I think not Miss Lorridge.

 

:-\

 

Gourge

Nope good sir.

Look at the fir.

Your rhyming is awful!

It should be unlawful.

Don't make it a habit,

Or else I'll go rabid.

But good madam,

I really had em.

He didn't know it,

I could see a bit.

 

I make no sense,

but then again,

I am dense.

:D

 

LOL

 

Im good at making stupid stories, not funny rhymes

I have to go...

It must be so.

 

Bye

Ed your sig is funny,

though I fear for any bunny.

Your campaign of fear,

shall never draw near,

because I shall oppose,

anything you suppose.

 

 

Today is the day

where things smell of hay.

For things are okay

 

When the day is done

 

The fires are lite one by one

 

And the trees grow shadows that reach in the night

 

Bringing scarry creatures into everyones sight...

 

 

 

See Questy, it's not hard.

 

Why, you'd make a great bard!

One that smells,

and cannot attract the belles.

What a stench they say,

Why, he smells like hay!

Hay's not all bad

Just scratches like mad!

And I'm getting tired

I'm so far from wired.

I thought you said weird.

I would have pointed to your beard.

:D