A poem, about having no satay. It is aptly named:
Having No Satay
Roses are red
Dead roses are grey
Having no satay
Is a lot better than being gay.
Roses are red
If you spill ink on them, they're blue
Having no satay is better than
Having a satay who wants to pee on you
Roses are red
But I'm sure you already know that
I have no satay
And Aizat is also Ijet.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
A Poem By Suff: Having No Satay
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