Poetry Destryer Vs Gareth James (Round 3)

For who is this poetry destroyer A cop, but who else would employ her? As she spies no end No poet, she pretends Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur. You ask If I want mommies hug wouldn’t that be nice, lovely and snug You just want to hold me Under that great oak tree And kiss me on your picnic rug You want the vultures to enjoy My sweet flesh, is that your ploy? Wanting to be them Eyeing up my sweet gem Tell the truth, you just want a toy boy Well our future together would be bright Injets, pens and cartridges in sight You’d color me in Goodness what a sin As I would always do the best write Hang up your gloves as your are weak You are also classed as an antique A low blow I know Don’t cry, don’t go You can come back with a new technique. If I don’t hear from the poetry cop I will know I have come out on top Good bye little girl Give us one more twirl Now, this should be the final full stop (.)! P.D, this is the first one ive done. Took me a while. Very good fun though. I kind of limit’s the write.