Mr. Mould

Mr. Mould

A Poem by Peeves=Beast
"

jizz for your virtue!

"

The bread is moulding!

the time is folding!

Quick! before the 50p is wasted!

On your gay face head

 

 

 

 

Go die you stupid mouldy bread

scamming me off my pride possesions

C**t!

That mouldy bread could of fed,

my fellow africans

And now i have to resort to sausage,

And c**k

S**t my jaw has locked

i'm sorry save your c**k!

And now its gone mouldy,

just like my bread :(

© 2011 Peeves=Beast


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HAHAHAHA! :') this is beast, peeves :P

Posted 13 Years Ago



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