I was sleepy in shady.
Came in this creepy lady.
She picked up the little pony.
And sticked me on her phony.
But I planned my revenges.
When she went to the hedges.
She does clicky.
Me does peeky. .
Clicky, clicky.
Me be cheeky.
I be messy with the lady.
Until I go back to shady.
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The Good place
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
