Aye but to thee tis but a moment of glee,
when the frogs do leap from the scree,
and like rain or snowflakes lusterous,
they fall about thine feet so numerous.
And aye, tis your feet that are a multitude,
be it not to the toads that I allude.
For indeed I must insist we all intercede,
in this rain of frogs upon thou centipede.

Didn't we tell you not to get drunk again?

Did you made this up yourself? Or is this a poem from a sudden author.

Kudos!

Nah, that was just me bored.
Authors make better shit than that . :)

well, I like it

very funny!

nice one. More?