Oh I don't like the fan cap,
it seems to limit me.
I object to changes here
although I've fanned just three.
I demand a vote on things,
oh Wattpad don't you see,
we're upset and petulant,
fanning is just me.
I like an inbox full of crud.
User "Pleasefanme"
I'm desperate for some kind of fame,
I think I'll fan that tree.
I'll leave, I'll go, I'll stamp my feet,
why won't you heed my plea?
I'll hold my breath until I die
and argue 'til I pee.
I’ll throw my toys out of my pram
just you wait and see.
I want my mum, I want my bear
it's your fault I'm all sulky...
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The Tree of Dreams
PoetryRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
