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: that was beutiful, *tear comes to eye [;*

: now here's my poem-

: Santa with your ears so bright

: Please dont make me eat my might (My might? Explain please)

: I already know i got into a fight

: But know he made me weep...

: Bug me again and i kill you while you sleep!

: Redink1 with his whiney yell

: I hope he goes straight to h3ll

: I know he means well

: but still...

: I hope he goes straight to h3ll

: Dukie with your pipe so big

: Im sorry you watched me make love to a pig

: I hope that doesnt righten you

: maybe next year...

: You can do it to!

: -world's worst poem by trav666

Well, this is to you, trav666, not in any particular pattern, but I can try.

Trav, with your 666

Eating words that end with icks.

He often wonders "How many licks?"

Hm, maybe six or seven?

Baby, I think I'm in heaven.

Oh, you and your funny ways

If we could we would chase you away

When there's nothing worse to say

You decide to come along

How could anything be so wrong?

Haha, well I should end this joke

And since everything likes to end in hope

I'll end this sincerely, er, nope...

Oh, come on, listen to this plain plea

Shut up and think before you speak.

I should've just called you a brain fart. God, how that would've simplified everything.