violetstory

On the 7th of August, Fella and I walked to his home - hand in hand He was a bright lad, yet it seemed quite sad and something that I just didn't understand We pranced and we pranced all through dA Land as he showed off his stuff, girls and boys He sold us his products, which warmed up our bollocks as key chains dangled here and there We searched for the scuzzle, something just like a puzzle and made haikus through and through At midday's time, fella told me a rhyme that may go down as the best far and wide "May I ask you a riddle, one with a fiddle? (It is very hard to rhyme) If `switched is my father, why didn't he bother to give me c