Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.216.67.249

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

One funny morning,
the man returned home,
after fishing for a period of time,
and he decided to take a nap,
but he didn't know the direction of the lake!

This act annoyed his wife,
and she decided to take the boat,
out of the gate because  he was fool
for a long period of time.

Along came a boy,
black and short,
and  said quickly like mad,
good morning mum,
and what are you doing now?

The sweet fat mum,
replied right away,
that i'm reading a book,
you have to leave me alone.

The ten aged guy
informed her with love,
this is a wrong place,
restricted every time for fishing to occur.

This word annoyed her again,
and she replied quickly,
hullo my friend,
i'm not fishing at all,
i'm readind my book as you see.

Yes, but  you have all the fishing nets,
for all what i know you can start  at once,
and the wise you're,
you can start think about me,
and how my love is so sweet.

Hence, i have to take you in,
and write you there up,
all the sweet day,
until the sun to set.

Oh! the sweet fat mum,
feared alot to bomb her Baghdad,
and told him at once,
have a nice day,
we shall meet in Hell.

Really  you're  a fool,
all days of your life,
God bless you alot,
to change your heart,
a stupid  creature of your age.

All what you think,
are useless in my heart,
and really  a heavy load on your head,
that makes you mad,
day and night.

Shame upon you,
the empty headed guy,
who think like a child,
whenever you're.

I can't blame you at all,
you behave like a fly,
that familiarise every thing,
the flesh and the rotten meat.

The sweet fat mum,
ran back home to meet her sweet heart,
to disorganise the lake,
all the funny day.

Finally, the rest of the world
come to know the truth 
that familiarity brings contempt.
Oh, today's world is hard!

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required