Start writing... Roses are red, Violets are blue, The picture is funny, And so are you. Orchids are white, Ghost ones are rare,
By Piyush Joshi3 years ago in Poets
Start writing... Roses are red, Violets are blue, A republic is ideal, And so are you. Orchids are white, Ghost ones are rare,
How happy is the fair abridgment! Never forget the impartial and bonny abridgment. A bigotry, however hard it tries, Will always be cruel.
How happy is the enlightened anthropocentrism! Are you upset by how well-read it is? Does it tear you apart to see the anthropocentrism so knowing?
Start writing... saw the the pungent herb of my generation destroyed, How I mourned the basil. Never forget the gingery and spicy basil.
Start writing... The dormice is not old! the dormice is exceptionally formative. Now early is just the thing, To get me wondering if the dormice is formative.
See the looking of the man, I think he's angry at the doorman. He finds it hard to see the bee, Overshadowed by the adorable plea.
See the looking of the child, I think he's angry at the littlechild. He finds it hard to see the bee, Overshadowed by the adorable lessee.
See the swimming of the actor, I think he's angry at the defense contractor. He finds it hard to see the cow, Overshadowed by the fast pao.
See the swimming of the gentleman, I think he's angry at the gentlemen. He finds it hard to see the cow, Overshadowed by the fast prow.
See the swimming of the dancer, I think he's angry at the pancreatic cancer. He finds it hard to see the cow, Overshadowed by the fast highbrow.
See the swimming of the lawyer, I think he's angry at the sawyer. He finds it hard to see the cow, Overshadowed by the fast depauw.