Poems from SpawnofSewell
Hey,
All
I
Kould
Use
Bear?
Bear?
...
SCARE!
Maximillian was a boy
and oh, how coy was this boy
to alleviate his cordoroy!
It's almost scary
to think of Teresa and Mary
as an audience...
In an amalgamation of errs
no misdeed is abound
without writ a lackluster love
ascends to Hell above
with desires not to bestow
lest to...
A tree falls down
in this small town
The wind, with ease
blows away the leaves
Like the mucus cloud
after a sneeze
And inside that...