the rope

I guess this is poetry. I don't see why it only has to be depressing poetry though.

 

I'm sad im stood at the bus stop in the rain,









I should write a poem about it

 

There I was
Alone,
In a jar,
Gazing
At the monstrous fingers
Above my head.
I couldn't move,
I couldn't break free,
I was next
To die.
I became cold,
As the air touched my body,
And his lips touched my back.
I knew this was my final goodbye.
As he took the crunch,
I weeped
And released my pickle juices.
His lips scrunched,
As I was sour,
And he hated Dill.

 

Much wow.
Such Pickles.
Very poetry.
So amaze. 

 

so much color

 

My poem is the best. Amirite?

 

Hellyes,Pickles.

 

Wait.Iforgothowtospace.

 

LOLOLOPOLLMAOLMAOLMAOROFLROFLRFOL
URRITEURRITEURITELOLOLOLOLOL........

<3

 

Jacob, did you like my poem?

 

I always critique yours. Do mine.

 

I loved it pickles  it was beautiful  now do one on the whole life cycle of a pickle 

 

Thanks Jacob, appreciate it buddy

 

Thanks rainbow <3

 

TERROR.IS.BACK.BABY