01-26-2016, 06:53 PM
There once was a poet, a plumber;
Whose girl thought his poems were a bummer.
While pluming her pipes,
He relinquished his gripes;
As he found he was just a new comer.
Whose girl thought his poems were a bummer.
While pluming her pipes,
He relinquished his gripes;
As he found he was just a new comer.
all this useless beauty... but what the hell, why not?

