Sing Kettle; Sing
So that all can hear...
I guess your out of ideas
So I have one for you...
Looking into my tea cup
I see the leftover leaves...
I like cups of tea
Coffee can be disgusting...
It seems nothing is new
Batman was a plagiurist...
My mind is blank
Why can't I write...
I thought a sonnet I would try to write.
And trying such I found no easy task...
My inner weekend
just kicked sand into the face...
Wise prowlers of the night
eyes of diamonds in a lunar light...
Don't you just adore
the beautiful floor...
When Mandy got randy one day
Mandy almost blew me away...
There was a pole dancer called Kate
who would often work rather late...