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In his room lays the dead
You may think its from my head
There's bugs from an unknown species
Last month pizza from that Cici's
He never ever cleans his room
Which smells like some stink bomb went BOOM!
There is bacteria, mold, and fungus
And a pile of undies growing humongous
Under his bed, grows a hill of dust
A good hour of mopping is a must
Some brown pudding that used to be white
And in his closet a mighty fright
Can't see the floor
Cant reach the door
You may think this was all a lie
Take the risk, and you shall die
- by red apple pie |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/07/2009 |
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- Title: In My Brothers Room
- Artist: red apple pie
- Description: Based on a true story
- Date: 04/07/2009
- Tags: brothers room
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Comments (4 Comments)
- lonesomegaara - 04/14/2009
- lol funny i just majorly cleaned my room but it wasnt like that lol
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- firefly_123_lovebug - 04/08/2009
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omg that was great!!!!! but mine is better!!!!!
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- singchick8 - 04/07/2009
- That is a little freaky but it still rocks. My brother is a freak and b***h. You know brothers always on your nerves trying to kill you and borther you.
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- kfclol13 - 04/07/2009
- OMFG i love it and u for real? ur brother had brown pudding that turned white? yuck i give this a 4! great job!
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