I had tea with my grandmother today. It would have been peaceful, but one of her dogs, Tessie, Is rathe fond of giving licks to the face.
My grandmother modified a poem to be about Tessie (and says it's written by Tessie):MY NAME’S “NO-NO-BAD-DOGâ€?; WHAT’S YOURS?
Quote: Tessie
When my new mommy brought me home,She said my name was ‘Tessie.’And when I had a tummy ache,She said that I was ‘Messy.’But now I think my name has changed;I hear it all the time.No matter what I seem to do,You’d think it was a crime:“Tessie, NO! Don’t pull out the Kleenex!“Tessie, NO! Don’t tear up socks!“Tessie, NO! Don’t pee on the carpet!“Tessie, NO! Don’t eat those rocks!â€?My name, you see, is ‘Tessie No.’I wish my mom would change it–She says if I will just be good,She’ll promise to arrange it.“Tessie, NO! Don’t chew my slippers!“Tessie, NO! Don’t run away!“Tessie, NO! Don’t bark at the comp’ny!â€?–‘Tessie No’ is here to stay.
My name's "Mike! Get off the @#$%ing computer!"
OMG CYBER VIOLENCE
i see your obsessed with peotry, ill just back away… ruuuunnnn
I'm not obsessed with it… My grandmother got it like that and I though people might like it…
Mr. Pacman, next time, please post something appropriate.