Spare No Spit Poem by me poet yeps poet
Spare No Spit
YOU rre always talking
like a natural poet
I try to convert
the flower metaphotricalyl
you will only SMILE
not understanding it
what a flower
a gals love
O feela
now grow up you are an
ADHULTTTTYYYY
OR am I wrong
Yesterday
a guy wanted to entice me
showed his snap so ugly
I couldn't spare
even my spit
for him Lovely
eh POET YE
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH
Sounds like he has more spit then rope for his whistle. You spare no prisoners, lovely work!
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5/7/2024 5:25:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
not understanding it what a flower a gals love O feela now grow up you are an ADHULTTTTYYYY OR am I wrong....fine