Horrible Poems

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Kishan: Roses are red, grass is greener, when I think of you, I play with my wien-

Nilima: KISHAN! DID YOU NOT GET THE HINT ABOUT THE LAST POST?! YOU CAN'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT!

Kishan: Oh, okay let me try again.

Kishan: *clears throat* Roses are red, my balls are blue, I'm using my hand-

Kelsey: KISHAN! 

Kishan: IM SORRY. I'LL TRY AGAIN.

Kishan: *takes a deep breath* ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE, I DON'T KNOW ANY SWEET POEMS, HAVE SE-

Ren: THAT'S ENOUGH! THE END.

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