Your Mom - By Max
The sun is hot,
Just like your mom.
The sky is blue,
Just like your balls.
The grass is green,
But you are colorblind,
So you wouldn't know that.
Pigs may snort,
But they smell better that you,
But worse than your Mom,
Who is more like a Cow;
She always gives me milk.
Therefore I am right,
Because you are wrong,
And you are high on drugs,
So I hope you go to jail.
Your children,
Will go to heaven,
But you will rot in hell,
Because your a bad man,
A bad pig,
Even though the other pigs hate you,
Like your wife,
Even though she is a Cow,
Can squish you into bacon,
But not the bacon,
That she feeds her kids,
Because you are a rancid porkhead.
I am studying at Harvard and my Prof gave me a 103% percent for this poem.
I didn't want to be a braggart but he also said I a better than Margaret Atwood, Jane Austen and Elizabeth Barrett Browning
He said I am on the same level as Shakespeare though and If I keep practicing I'll defeat Shakespeare in a couple of years.
The sun is hot,
Just like your mom.
The sky is blue,
Just like your balls.
The grass is green,
But you are colorblind,
So you wouldn't know that.
Pigs may snort,
But they smell better that you,
But worse than your Mom,
Who is more like a Cow;
She always gives me milk.
Therefore I am right,
Because you are wrong,
And you are high on drugs,
So I hope you go to jail.
Your children,
Will go to heaven,
But you will rot in hell,
Because your a bad man,
A bad pig,
Even though the other pigs hate you,
Like your wife,
Even though she is a Cow,
Can squish you into bacon,
But not the bacon,
That she feeds her kids,
Because you are a rancid porkhead.
I am studying at Harvard and my Prof gave me a 103% percent for this poem.
I didn't want to be a braggart but he also said I a better than Margaret Atwood, Jane Austen and Elizabeth Barrett Browning
He said I am on the same level as Shakespeare though and If I keep practicing I'll defeat Shakespeare in a couple of years.