Lots of little poems

Barstow and her grammar

So I changed the "am" to "will"
And it went down hill
My grammar was so bad
It made my friend so sad
She had to go take a happy pill.

Sweaters

It's warm in here
I have no fear
It protects me
So no one can see
I hide away
Sleep all day
or talk to friends

Decisions, decisions

Hey there's an idea
Report it to the media
Something to do
Really who knew
Woot we go
Even when slow

Mes amies

Hahhaa nice
She says slick as ice
Oh la la
Ain't a flaw
Wear it with pride
On the outside

Writing, writing, writing

Just one more
Oh please
the last was a bore
Kill him with ease
Characters come and go
They have to flow