Over the rainbow, there is a leprechaun.
He sits on gold. It must hurt his ass, or else he would be invincible.
He laughs crazily. He laughs again, and his most probably sore ass jiggles with jelly.
He must be on drugs.
And over the leprechaun,
There lies a lonely lemon.
It swallows edible eats everyday.
It must be on drugs.
And over the lemon,
There is a place.
It's called Earth.
It is filled with armpits
And
Humans.
The humans wander every day with pizza in their flabby hands.
They must be on drugs.
the end
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Skittles are Colourful
HumorA poem. By my friend Wholockian_lil, Who I copied this off. Prepared to be amazed.
