Every four rhymes switch it.
The moon knows nothing of my sorrow
But it shall soon see tomorrow
While I climb Kilimanjaro
With all the equipment I borrowed
cutless stole all the rhymes wtf
Oh my, I've run out of thyme baddood;
I'm looking for a dime
what is green? I think it's a lime
Oshit-Look out it's Star Jones befuddlement
She was fat but now she's just bones
She and jenny craig no longer live alone. caterpie;
cuz now that got guys that will bone
until all their faces turn purple
oh look i caught a wurmple
let's drink some flurple
or else i'll give you a nurple
and make you wanna gurple?
My eyes lay down upon seas of orange
While the blood rushes into the syringe goonish
Houdini's note: this post does not count, as it doesn't rhyme properly.
and lubricates our squeaky door hinge
to let in poor Mr. Gorringe
So that he can stop his binge.