I don’t really care for mushy Valentine’s Day greeting card poetry, so here’s something completely different:
Roses are red.
Bacon tastes good.
Poetry is hard.
Bacon.
(Unfortunately, I cannot take credit for this.)
I don’t really care for mushy Valentine’s Day greeting card poetry, so here’s something completely different:
Roses are red.
Bacon tastes good.
Poetry is hard.
Bacon.
(Unfortunately, I cannot take credit for this.)