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He lives on a farm, or so he had thought
Perhaps he shall mow, he’s aware that he ought
He ponders over weather and the gift that is flight
But did nothing all-day and was modest at night.
He lived in a dream, this much is true
He knows of this farm, as several others do
But now, never fears the sight of a fox
As all he is now, is a chicken
trapped in a box
Perhaps he shall mow, he’s aware that he ought
He ponders over weather and the gift that is flight
But did nothing all-day and was modest at night.
He lived in a dream, this much is true
He knows of this farm, as several others do
But now, never fears the sight of a fox
As all he is now, is a chicken
trapped in a box
haha
You suck
yes i read the poem.
It read like a brick.
It read like a brick.
mikelar wrote:
> phwaooor!
>
> that was terrible.
>
> *'flushing toilet' gesture*
Did you even readthe peom?
> phwaooor!
>
> that was terrible.
>
> *'flushing toilet' gesture*
Did you even readthe peom?
Chad Niga wrote:
> I laugh at the thought of a stupid chicken stuck in a box
haha
> I laugh at the thought of a stupid chicken stuck in a box
haha
phwaooor!
that was terrible.
*'flushing toilet' gesture*
that was terrible.
*'flushing toilet' gesture*
I laugh at the thought of a stupid chicken stuck in a box
and then people shake the box and it tries to fly, but it can't, so all it can do is S**T
sh!t and think about owning a farm, what a stupid loser that chicken is, what a stupid loser
Another master piece
and then people shake the box and it tries to fly, but it can't, so all it can do is S**T
sh!t and think about owning a farm, what a stupid loser that chicken is, what a stupid loser
Another master piece
He lives on a farm, or so he had thought
Perhaps he shall mow, he’s aware that he ought
He ponders over weather and the gift that is flight
But did nothing all-day and was modest at night.
He lived in a dream, this much is true
He knows of this farm, as several others do
But now, never fears the sight of a fox
As all he is now, is a chicken
trapped in a box
Perhaps he shall mow, he’s aware that he ought
He ponders over weather and the gift that is flight
But did nothing all-day and was modest at night.
He lived in a dream, this much is true
He knows of this farm, as several others do
But now, never fears the sight of a fox
As all he is now, is a chicken
trapped in a box