This isn't my room anymore, this is Pete's. He's in the corner right now.
Pete is a little spider, laying claim on my bedroom.
Unlike Jeffrey; paying me for a stay,
I pay Pete, so; me, he doesn't eat.
Sitting in Pete's room, I called my Mom,
Desperately wanting her to take Pete outward.
I asked her; 'Can you take the spider out of my room?'
She answered; ' "My room"? You fool. "
She added; "But good luck, though."
- Silent
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Sonnets in My Head
RandomThe collection of my poems from Neobook, and such. Enjoy~ 29th - #poemcollection
