Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Friday, 12 June 2015
There once was a PB named Ymir
Who loved to spout in his Ybeer.
That the haikus he detested
Were never requested
But instead shoved up his Yrear.
See? Now wouldn't you rather have a (an?) haiku?
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