When I walked into the room
I felt unsettled
My stomach:
churning.
groaning.
BURNING
To be set free!
Imprisoned in holy matrimony
with my, tummy.
My cheek gates couldn't hold it
Any. Longer.
Until, when the room went silent..
I decided to..
RELEASE
A small, windy whistle
Came from my natural trumpet
And then,
For my music's finale
A big..
BANG!
And the dirt was gone.
Into the room.
The WHOLE room suffered from my HOLE.
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This is NOT from experience! Just for comedy purposes xD This is co-written, with 'Maygz3'
*In unison*
WE'RE SORRY WE'RE SO RANDOM!!!
*giggles*
:P
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The Journey
PoesíaHey guys, I've decided to publish an anthology, not necessarily based on my own experience, but my collected thoughts and ideas. I'm putting out a poem a day. I hope you enjoy it..
