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| karl the weed | i dont know if this is how you spell it, but i do know that a sinquain is a stupid poem that our stupid foods teacher makes us write about foods. because shes a bitch. she sends them into magazines and when they print them (yeah right) she says to herself "ah... my little poem sweatshop is working!" | 030606 |
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| x | i wish i could do that thing where Lain yells "go away!" and the windows reverberate and the people get blown away | 030607 |
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| User24 | do share these poems. | 030607 |
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garlic fragrant, heavenly simmering, softening, smelling to be consumed endlessly gluttony |
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bed soft, warm thinking, avoiding, sleeping a good place to hide sloth |
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| karl the weed |
YEAH! that exactly it! heres on of mine: potatoes yummy, potatoey baking, steaming, eating, potatoes are really yummy bake em |
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| x | cinquain | 030607 |
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| karl the weed | yeah, i never bothered to care how it was spelled. | 030610 |