ashtrash wrote:a poem shall we?
3am she sit at her computer, hoping to get that rare
She finally sees it! Her hand slips, and she drowns in her despair.
She shouts and cries, "Why is life so unfair?"
15 minutes she waits still sobbing from the past,
Again it strikes! She goes lighting fast.
But alas, ALREADY TAKEN.
She cries and screams herself to sleep.
But she can really only weep
Because she missed the sorbet, she wanted very near.
here's my poen
I can't rhyme
So this will be rhymeless
I'm so sorry
I also can't write poems
Please excuse this awful beginning
They've waited so long for a rare
They filled their wishlist with the things
And removed all uncommons and below
But alas, they have not found one
UNTIL TODAy
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The words draw nearer
The words they dread

I AM SORRY, THEY CANNOT SPEAK WITH YOU TODAY
FOR THEY RIPPED THEIR COMPUTER TO SHREDS.
i'm so sorry for this i can't write poems i've literally never written a single poem other than "roses are red, violets are blue" parodies
At least this isn't supposed to be serious