based on a different thread.
This poem is too nonsense lol
BTW don't take this too seriously.
Hey hey
cheese on bread
that's what I said
when I entered this tent
I'm the goose
not getting any blues
I get pinks
My haters stink
I wear champagne as perfume
that's what I don't consume
Monroe can't relate
was from some American state
I'm so mature
like mother nature
I'm not your mom
or your cardamom
All the Hwas get heart eyes
I'll be noticed by oppa
while my haters are floppa.
