The one thing you must know,
is about bro.
Sham, my bro, He's a bit of a jerk,
He likes to lurk, and of course, Call you names.
Last people he made fun of was Dippy and Maple,
We all know thats wrong.
The Sham that Shammys all,
Leads to his own downfall.
The Sham that Shammys all,
Wants to have a lone fall.
Don't come crying to me,
When the Sham that once Shammed is Dead to me.
What a Rude jerk, Always calling you stupid.
Despite how long he's known you
The only thing he can do nicely is bid you adieu.
Idiot, jerk, stupid, dumb, He is a man of his words.
When you run into him,
Far or near.
For him to come, give him a call.
The Sham that Shammys all.
This is a poem about my OC, gasp, im actually writing after the end of my poem. Just to tell you. Later idiots, see you brats in the next poem~ *Wink*
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.