Poor old wolly
he got blowed up
i am so sad
It blowed off old wollys ears
have you seen old wollys ears
he was cooking meth
with his dog friend
the dog friend
lit a match
and blowed all the fur
offen old wolly
made me mad
i could have made me some
ear muffs out of them ears
found old wollys tail
up in a tree...
this poem is about a ass hole on writers cafe that
make fun of people so i thought i would
give him a little taste