There once was a warehouse man named ED.Who use to eat anything he was feed.He sat on a shelf as he ate himselfand his a** h*** went to his head !!!!Wasn't that GRAND!!
Rat S H IT, bat S H I T, S U C K your mommas T I T , C O C K S U C K M U T H A F****** eat a bag of S H I T. My poem of the day to you sir and many a happy one to ya. Sign the unknown poet. Or you can call me E.J.
Not really no.For me you ruined it by spelling Ed as ED (No need for double capitals) , and then you messed up the rhyme by writing feed instead of fed.And the last sentence didn't really flow well.
There was a ass hole like OP who use to p*** on people died a horrible death
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