We'll today I have an all day DnD thing, that I completely forgot about. I planned this like in January, luckily I did all the hard lifting.
So here is a poem, and on Ode to stuff.
My shower are hotter than they are physically,
Yet thought of you drive me linguistically,
Mad.
So stand there looking down at my feet,
all jacked up like its 3 tons of meat,
Sad.
I think this ode is really funny if you get it,
It's even funnier if you think I hit it,
Rude.
But I'm not that dirty and truth wipes it clean,
I'm in the shower only for that godly sheen,
Annoyed.
(I'm serious putting this dirty ass limerick out there. Oh well.)
