UntitledA Poem by MelodyYes, that's the real title of this poem. It's not temporary or anything. It's the REAL title! NOW READ! XD
I have left this poem untitled
because there is no poem with worse imaginary grammar than this. Nothing worse than misspelled words, pickles flying all over the place, and worst of all- sudden change of subject. Am I the only one who can think of how bad it would burn if you got pickle juice in your eye? I have left this poem untitled because there is no such thing as a title that belongs to complete normal! I have left this poem untitled because not only did I want to, but I had a NEED to. Do you see my point, little bunny rabbit? Sorry child, you're not tall enough to get on this ride. Who are you to discriminate another human being's height? What about your sense in girls? What's your dream man like? Have you read Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card? What grade are you in? What gender are you? What's your favorite color, lad? Do you like purple, of yes of course you like red! Writers write to write things right. Writers do not write to make things wrong. To write to write to write is to make this right. Doodle-de pop you imbecile! Hogwarts is a school for hogs with warts! Twilight is a rather good book series, but I cannot stand the movies. What day-no time! Were you born? Where were you born? Do you like pickles, yes yes yes! I LOVE PICKLES! Too many reason have I left this poem, story, handful of oddness UNTITLED! UNTITLED!
© 2012 MelodyAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on July 21, 2012 Last Updated on July 21, 2012 AuthorMelodyTXAboutMy name is Melanie. Not the best name. Not the worst. I am a person. Not the best. Not the worst. I am Melanie. more..Writing
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