Since Journal Poetry day falls on my birthday, IU'm gonna make you leave me poems in my journal! Yeah I'm taking this one off and I'm making you do my work! so get crackin!
This is actually a song that I occasionally sing after Happy Birthday finishes:
Why was you born so beautiful,
why was you born at all?
You're no bloody use to anyone,
you're no bloody use at all....
You ought to be publicly pissed on,
You ought to be publicly shot,
Used as a public ur-i-nal,
and left there to fester and rot, rot! rot!
Why was you born so beautiful,
why was you born at all?
You're no bloody use to anyone,
you're no bloody use at all....
You ought to be publicly pissed on,
You ought to be publicly shot,
Used as a public ur-i-nal,
and left there to fester and rot, rot! rot!
3 cheers!
I spend too much time around british people.