Alan was a man who liked spicy
The peppers he bought were quite pricy
He’d eat them and sweat
His head would get wet
Then he’d reach for a drink that was icy
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A picture, some words and a bit of harsh reality
Alan was a man who liked spicy
The peppers he bought were quite pricy
He’d eat them and sweat
His head would get wet
Then he’d reach for a drink that was icy
Your poem sounds spicy.
Thanks!
Nice
Thanks!
Nice
Thanks!