I stole this poem, yes I did
It isn't mine to publish
But every word I write myself
On paper reads like rubbish.
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Well thought out and elegantly brought forth in good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing.
hahahaha yes sure we start again...ok i start now, so you stole your poem from you, i will tell Robert James Smith that you stole his poem, and do you know also he steal your poem, then you steal his poem again....i hope he not angry that you stole his poem, that poem that he steal from you....wait, confused again? Oh nooo we have to start again...oooo white flag hahahahaha joking!
So you stole poem from a stealer who stole that poem before you, well its fine then...steal from stealer soon another stealer will grab from you for this poem...well i just a witness of this crime, of stolen poem from a stealer hahahahaha nonsense is it sorry i just have fun joking around..hope so!
I guess he told me to steal the poem, so I wrote an original that claimed to be stolen, but wasn't. Wait, I'm confused, can we start again? Hahaha thanks!
'It isn't mine to publish', but it's a good job you did, as many will read it with a smile!
I like when they throw money, but watch out for falling gold... stuff hits you in the noggin it's lights out.
The falling women can be deadly too... they take you down with them!
I read it again. This poem of yours is a brilliant response to a dubious request. Well done. Robert.