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Originally Posted by Useless Warrior
Good poetry doesn't rhyme. A forced rhyme destroys the natural ebb and flow of the poetic process. Or so I'm told. 
Wazza was a fucker from down under,
Kristian called him a cunt and stole his thunder,
So Wazza headed off to the U.K.,
And broke into his house while he was away,
He tossed Kristian's dolls in the back of a truck,
And now Buddy Christ has no one to fuck. |
Well, heckfire, UW, I responded to your beautiful poem, but I don't see my post. Poo and wah. Anyway, it rocks!