MS
Date: Tuesday, 1st November 2011 @ 12:20:40 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: robert_edgar_burns
Just kicking back in my hot tub.
Wearing my birthday suit.
Up popped the Loch Ness monster.
I quickly had to move.
No matter where I tried to turn,
It stayed in front of me.
There was no point in hiding,
So I reached for my machete.
My machete always by my side,
I took one quick swing,
And I felled that thing.
I was happy to still be alive.
Later in my bathroom,
While trying to take a whiz.
I reached down there
And found only air.
My friends now call me MS!
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