Strolling,
Down the street,
The square street,
A fair sheet,
Of square sleet,
below my feet.
Creeper's what they call me,
But even I see,
That all of this beauty
Can fill me with such glee.
Look at this tall tree,
It's nature's majesty.
Would it be so bad if someone
BLEW THE F*CK OUT OF IT?!
This sweet pig here
Alone walking around,
He has the perfect face for
GETTING RIPPED FROM THE INSIDE F*CKING OUT!
~hey Mr Creeper!~
WHAT?
~there's no need for that kinda language!~
F*CK YOU!
~the only f word is fun!
life's even sweeter,
without explosions!
MINECRAFT IS FOR EVERYONE!~