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Tiffani Her intake was a nightmare, I saw horns and a tail. She said that she was suing for a broken fingernail. When we performed the pat search and left her hair askew, the last words from her pouty mouth was not “Merci Beaucoup!” It seemed that after calming down the girl behaved much better, until we said she couldn’t read her latest boyfriend’s letter. So, she commenced to compensate and really used her melon. Every single chance she had she flirted with a felon. I noticed that she used her hair like any Samson would. When she was sad it looked real bad, when happy it looked good. She really seems to have a knack for building new hairdos. I’m stumped how she developed that mass of curlicues! I’m really quite befuddled, there’s something I have missed, with only just a rubber band, she’s wearing a French Twist! I think that she should write a book called, "How to Style a Coif When You Are Put in Lock-Up and Don't Want To Go Off!" And how does she make jail scrubs look like Christian Dior? When other girls just look like all the ones before? I swear she thinks her lock-up will bring her close to fame. She really does believe that she is on the Dating Game! |
Additional Notes:
I am serious here, this is FACT! She really does
have a new hardo every time I see her and only uses
ONE hairtie!!!!
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