It is the east, and juliet is for fun. Arise my fun and kill my brother. Whom I am sick and pale of. That though her maid farts far more fair than she.
but not my fart for she is envious. Her stinky stanky fart is making thee sick and green. And only farts will bear it. hold it in my love. It is my fart O it is my smelly fart. Oh that she knows it is
It was ME!
________________________________ The End By James.
Oh fart again, smelly angel. For thou fart is as glorious as it is the moon. As is a fricking messenger of hell. Unto the white-upturned ugly eyes. Of mortals fall forward to gaze upon your Boozum.
When you stride you look like poo on fire. And a pig wizzing in the bushes
