posted by Poetic_bum at 6:08 p.m.
6 comments
Why look here to find my answers, When all you have to do is be a little dancer, A dancer of words, a dancer or questions, Ask me your riddles, and speak your traps, And see that there is little that you can't wrap. Wrap around your finger, or even your toe, Words are ones way to distiquish and see to whom they are below. But be forwarned, what you see here may and may not be, For even phrazes and words, fool the likes of me. Come now I can't wait, Will you come right out and ask? Or will you use your Cleaverness as a bait? Oh how will you accomplish this task?
