This is one of the poems my darling mother and i wrote doing chapel:
Janice's hair is really nice
Yea, it looks like the hair of mice
With sugar and spice
Do you like sticky rice?
I think i see lice!
Omg, in your eyes!
Do you like fat guys?
No, i like fat guys with ice
Who like to juggle their moobs and dice
With a long face
I just ran a race
You ran with grace?
She chased me with a mace
I like your gaze
I prefer the indonesian haze
I'd rather get lost in a maze
I love my mummy :D
