16.04.11
An Ode to Liv
Here’s an ode to me from a 7 year old :
There was once a bloke in I.T.
Who snores every night guaranteed
With his mouth open wide
And cheeks puffed to the side
We call him Alvin the chipmonk don’t we?
Brilliant! ![]()
I'm a nobody, nobody is perfect, therefore I'm perfect.
Here’s an ode to me from a 7 year old :
There was once a bloke in I.T.
Who snores every night guaranteed
With his mouth open wide
And cheeks puffed to the side
We call him Alvin the chipmonk don’t we?
Brilliant! ![]()