So, I was talking to this hot girl on my cell phone, and my phone died. So, as a way to vent my anger and frustration with this stupid phone, I wrote a short poem.
Here goes.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
My phone is a piece of crap,
And my poems don't rhyme.
Here goes.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
My phone is a piece of crap,
And my poems don't rhyme.