Yassy decides me: so it is out of format? So what? This is delicious!


A bird takes me flying on her fragile wings When, up on high, she decides to sing. Clouds pour on us making me cry As we taxi a cumbersome sky She doubles her bling as parachute sling. She loves to rap, does a hip hop Freaking out, I tell her to stop Blinded by water, […]

via A limerick gone haywire — yaskhan

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