That Stinks On Ice. Poem by Prodigy camille
That Stinks On Ice.
That stinks on ice
Now, I can't eat my rice.
But it had spice.
I can't eat my pizza which is only a slice.
I can't play my game with dice.
Like dead mice.
That stinks on ice.
Country: St.Lucia
Full name: Eric Shem Camille
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4/27/2024 8:02:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice composition welcome to poemhunter forum