Weird poems
 

Hier een paar rare gedichies...vat ze niet letterlijk op zou ik zegge..

FLY
It’s not fair
I want to fly
In the air.
But I don’t want to die

But if you die
You get wings
So you can fly
With those things

I want to live and fly,
Feel the blood in my vanes
Ev’ry human wants to go to the sky.
And that’s why they build airplanes


JAY
My favourite coulour is red.
I see it everyday
On the walls and on my bed.
Because I’ve killed Jay

He deserfed it, that’s for sure
He was beating up his wife
Now he’s laying on the kitchenfloor
I’ve killed him with a knife


THE DUTCH MURDERER
Now it’s your turn, Dick
Just because you make me sick
You’ve killed my friends and brother to
And now the time has come for you.

I’m gonna hurt you on my bed,
Just so long you’re almost dead
Then I will cut your troth
Like they say in Holland: “dood”

made by: Kunamosity (on a boring school day)

p.s jullie reacties graag!!!

Ik vind ze niet goed. Sorry, en er stikt van de spelfouten in je gedichten. Beter werken aan je engels. :)

ja, kan kloppen...heb ze zo ffies uit muh duim gezoge..en ja...in mn duim zitten nogal wat spelfouten ;)