First got the gatorade thirst
Second's on a side quest
Third is the one who didn't see the back side of the test
Fourth is wide like santa up north
Fifth's pounding like a blacksmith
Sixth in the sheets is a myth
Seven goes to flavor heaven
Eight's doin great mate
Nine is digesting down fine
Ten is the age of that kid Ben
Eleven hopping like Red40'd Kevin
Twelve got the elves on the shelves
Thirteen is coughing up codeine
(I am too lazy to get to through the teens to the twenty and so on, bleh)
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Fifty Four is out the door
Fifty-Fi-A hopeless romantic all my life.
Surrounded by-*bang*
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YOU ARE READING
Erato is forcing me to make poems
PoetryAttempting to post one poem a day for at least this month, but possibly longer, let's see.
