Roses are red,
violets are blue.
Hey Chemistry,
SCREW YOU.
soalan macam buduuu.
utak pun, jadi buntuu.
si marule suka pigang jubuuu.
si wafie, kana panggil si bubu.
(what does that have to do with chem? nothing actually.)
so now the warrior poet does rhymes,
while reading the brunei times.
he makes up random lines.
for the entertainment of... OH LOOK, MIMES!
maybe he should've taken e.lit,
instead of THS with Mr. Fitt.
now, in boring room 105 he quietly sits.
why quietly? shhhhh. ia tekirit.
ok, fine. he's gotta go.
gots a ths exam tomorrow.
he gonna die if he doesnt study, y'know.
so goodbye, and again, goodluck to all. =]
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