UnPoetia:How crude!
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Poetry for people who hate poetry |
I went to a shop,
it was a sunny day.
I met a frenchman,
and I said "Hey!",
and he shouted "Merde!"
HOW CRUDE!
And when I came home,
a man stood at my doormat.
He was a spaniard,
and I said "Hi!", and he shouted "Mierda!"
HOW CRUDE!
Someone called me,
on my phone.
It was a Norwegian,
and I said "Hey!",
and he shouted "Din jævla hæstkuk!"
HOW CRUDE!