Monday, January 17, 2005

I don't have anything to say right now. Not really in the mood. Here, I'll write something real quick.



Jack was a guy who had a cheese for a foot
Whenever he walked it went squoosh
A mouse came along and bit him on the toe
He brought his leg up with a fwoosh
The mouse got kicked and it flew through the air
It smacked into a wall with a splat
Then angrily it ran and returned with a grater
And grated is foot. That was that

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