……..I mean with his pink shirts, and his spiked purple belts, and his lavender slacks and his polkadot purses, and his sterling rings and thangs, he changed; to a man named Purple, who’s goofy like Urkel, but then he tries to jerk you, I heard someone tried to merk him, and he still trying ‘em. He better stay with the flash the cash, and pink shirts, purple belts, lavender slacks, polkadot purses, and his sterling rings and thangs; or he could get hanged, he better keep wearing that bling. But he changed to a man named Purple, who might try to hurt you, after he work and jerk you. Hey! Thats why that boy tried to merk him, cause he play goofy like Urkel, after he work and jerk you, have you walking in cycles. That’s how he keep that flash and cash, pink shirts and purple belts, lavender slacks, polkadot purses and sterling rings and thangs; by jerking you, he might even try to hurt you. One day they found Purple smelling like a turtle, in a ditch with his pink shirt, purple belt, lavender slacks, and polkadot purse thrown to the side, and his sterling rings and thangs was missing, and it look like somebody worked him, jerked him, and then merked him.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 23rd, 2022 02:05
- Category: Unclassified
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You know I do believe I have known a few of these. nice write, loved the rhyme.
Thanks Raven333, a lot of these types wind up in the wrong lane because of their ego.
Your welcome, and yeah I think that is their biggest promblem.
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