My poem-izzle about my experience at the Hotel i went to this saturday.
i went to a hotel this saturday..
i stole the soap
i stole the milk
i stole the soda
i stole the sheets
i stole the lamp
i stole the knives
i stole the forks
i stole the fruit
i stole the socks i found
i stole the beach towel
i stole the bedside table
i stole the cheese on the deck
i stole the pigeon
i stole the candy under the bed
that reminds me.. i stole the bed
i stole the soul of a man who's name was Jeff
i stole the japanese worker
i stole the pillow
i stole the door
i stole the door mat
i stole the door handle
i stole the door hinges
i stole the neighbours door
Yours sincerely, Mrpunctuation
