Ben Robertson
New member
it is good and how to improve? TO JAMAAL
Yo, this poem goes out to me mate Jamaal
He was a wicked mate of mine,
he drove a taxi and was a Muslim too, he only ate food that was halal
with a preferance for kebab.
He wasn't a terrorist, he gave plenty to charity
ten percent of all his earnings went to the homeless charity
But tragically it was he died,
he was run over by a four wheel drive
at quarter past nine
on a sunday twenty fifth of april and i curse at god, oh why?
Ge was only twenty five
he was a wicked fellow that Jamaal
may he rest in peace in heaven with Jesus and Allah
Yo, this poem goes out to me mate Jamaal
He was a wicked mate of mine,
he drove a taxi and was a Muslim too, he only ate food that was halal
with a preferance for kebab.
He wasn't a terrorist, he gave plenty to charity
ten percent of all his earnings went to the homeless charity
But tragically it was he died,
he was run over by a four wheel drive
at quarter past nine
on a sunday twenty fifth of april and i curse at god, oh why?
Ge was only twenty five
he was a wicked fellow that Jamaal
may he rest in peace in heaven with Jesus and Allah