WARNING!
Some of the following poems might not be appropriate for younger readers due to the fact that what your are about to read is highly meaningful and ...thought...provoking...sorta...
Bloody
I once knew a bloody kid...
Who was walking down the bloody street...
And he didn't have a bloody thing to eat...
He had a bloody cow...
But it didn't know how...
To be the bloody cow...
That is was bloody meant to be now...
So they went down the bloody street...
To find a bloody something to eat...
While they were walking down the bloody street...
Everything turned into bloody concrete...
He didn't bloody know why...
So he stopped inside the bloody Chicken Chong Chi...
Where he had a bloody stir fry...
On the table he saw some bloody spilt ink...
He tried to wipe it up and bloody began to shrink...
He shrank so bloody small...
That he bloody drowned in the bathroom stall...
And that's the whole bloody story...
If it were to go on it would have to go in its own bloody category...
(Abridged) The One Time when I was about to Die: