That angel shagging bastard is under some impression that all my poems are about him. ...Well, most of them are, but it's hate poetry, which makes quite a difference.
To prove the egotistical serpent wrong, here's my latest poem.
Fiddle Dee DeeFiddle dee dee, fiddle dee dee
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I don't think anyone whose name rhymes with bastard should be writing poetry anyway...
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And any demon whose name rhymes with 'dolly' has no room to speak.
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Go away with your dolly,
To have a tea party.
Go away to a place where the speak Bengali,
To eat a bialy,
And lick on a lolly.
P.S. Don't forget your border collie.
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*Looks shiftily around*
Ere, you don't think that nobody would make that little creep a Prince of Hell if he managed to get an arch angel to fall, do you?
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Well I tell you something - it wouldn't matter if he was made a prince because if I Fell, I'd be a Crown - and the first thing I would do would be to gut the little bleeder and spread his entrails on toast!
Ahem.
But I assure you, foul fiend of the pit, there is no cause for your distress - he will have no reason to be promoted.
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It's not pride, just common sense.
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