PHQ-Nickname:
SonOfMan
Halfquake:
Screaming Deth
Level:
40
Total kills:
3,688,748
Birthday:
September 01st 1974
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| At The End, We, The Butcher's. |
| Mood: | silent |
| Type: | Poem |
| Added: | July 28th 2009, 14:36:49 |
| Visits: | 1655 |
| Rating: | 5/5 (Votes: 1) |
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Description:
Best spoken aloud, one should enunciate clearly. When speaking the name of a fruit that word is to be shouted aggressively. All other words should be spoken in a serious manner as one would expect when reading aloud a poem of lyrical distinction and acclaim. |
 I sit outside and I eat raw meat
You should come if
you are to me
as I am to melons.
I want you here
willingly to peel oranges
to mesmerize me
with a citrous spray.
I might be a bright colour
I apple when you pear
You make me plum
olive and onion.
If a life kiwis
its lime peak
is it not right for
strawberries it to seek?
Going on in peanuts
Me grapefruit and yours grape
or remembered always
as us the cherries.
It could be
( and peach only saying,
that it could be )
that gooseberries were meant
to fall at the raspberries of kumquats.
Take my banana
and let us be lemon
where beans suit
aubergines can rest
We, Starfruit. |
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